Alone

As she sit's there alone staring into the dark nothingness of a blank wall, a million images circle her endlessly, taunting her, shouting at her.
She closes her eye's yet there is nothing to see, her hands clasp her ear's yet there is nothing but silence to be heard.
Unknown to her a single tear drop emerges from the corner of her eye and trickles softly down her cheek resting only for a second, clining helplessly from her chin before falling and when it finally hits the ground it lands with such a clamour that she is startled and opens her eye's.
She lets out a gasp of astonishment for how could this be, what was once an empty room is now filled with people, some strangers, some friends, all looking at her as if waiting for her to speak, they scrutinise her face, searching for any reaction she might make. Nothing, she sits, she stares, motionless.
She then closes her eye's even tighter then before and in her mind she fights to distinguish the difference between being alone and that of not. Again from the corner of her eye a tear drop begins it's journey of inevitability to meet its destiny upon the cold hard floor.