Romans & histoires Laughing Outside Crying Inside

I just left him there, shouting and screaming in frustration. As I reached the door, I couldn't help but let out a laugh. It started as a chuckle but quickly grew into a full-blown, hysterical laugh. I laughed so hard I had to hold onto the doorframe to keep from falling over. I laughed until my sides hurt and tears streamed down my face.

I watch as cleaners move in to begin to clear the area, removing traces of this memorable day. Some shoot me a sad look where I sit at the back and my heart crumples all over again. Reality starts to sink in. He's not coming. A mix of disappointment, frustration, and sadness fills my heart, and instead of crying like I feel like doing a sudden wave of uncontrollable laughter tumbles out of my lips. It's a hysterical laugh, fueled by the absurdity of the situation and the helplessness that threatens to suffocate me. When I manage to get the laughter to stop I make a decision and stand up from the chair.

I needed to go there, and I will cry out my frustration and hurt once I am inside a private stalk where there is no one around me. Once I made it to the door. I opened it and walked inside. I started to look around and look under the stalks. That I saw no one in there. I went into the stalk and locked it and I started to cry out my eyes. I mean I am sobbing and bawling, and you know the rest. I am a hot mess literally, not in a looking good hot mess but an awful and ugly hot mess. Because I am sweating, and I know things like stuff is coming out of my nose and my eyes are red and puffy kind of day. I promised myself I wasn’t going to cry over them. But here I am doing the opposite of what I

Hope yells too, "You'll regret it!” "Yes, you'll fucking regret this!" I yell and then I let out a laugh when I realize how hysterical and insane we look right now. I laugh so hard, my tears decide this is the right moment to come out. Then I'm laughing and crying at the same time, "You'll fucking regret it, you will regret it...” My voice starts to lose power and, before I know it, I'm only crying. Hope hugs me again and strokes my back while I have the meltdown I’ve been avoiding for hours.

My head was bowed in obsience having finally admitting to myself that I was resigned to hell for the rest of my life and that made me laugh. My laughter ricocheted around the room, sounding like stomping footsteps. So damn sad and lonely it was torture. To people outside, it was seem as if I'd slowly descended into madness. I was convinced I was mad. Hearing my laughter only made me laugh even more, louder, faster, more hysterical. Perhaps I was slowly mad, but could you blame me? I was stuck in a place I resented more than life itself, robbed of my ability of sight, like I wasn't deserving of knowing what the world looked like. I was some form of monster in human form, that every time I tri

Their laughter echoed in my ears, searing itself into my memory like a brand. My disgust clung to me like a second skin. Even after I scrubbed the mess away, the stench seemed lodged in my nose, in my throat, in the back of my mind. My hands still trembled as I straightened, clutching the filthy rag Lena had slipped me. I forced my breathing to steady, forced my face to remain blank, but inside I was shattering. The women laughed as though I were a joke, something less than human. I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood, anything to stop the tears that threatened to spill. If they saw me cry, I knew they would only laugh harder.

And I don’t mean amused laughter his trying to hold back; no, the man is freaking gasping for air. I scanned the room around us; there was nothing to really look at and nobody else. He was still laughing so hard he was crying, and when he suddenly gasped for air and grunted like a massive pig, it was impossible to hold back. Seemingly, this fueled his laughter, and he staggered forward to lean on the table, now grunting as much as laughing. I gave up holding back, so like two crazy people who finally lost their last marbles, we laughed. Laughter, grunts, and amused gasps for air, laughter echoed around the massive room. My stomach hurt, and tears rolled down my cheeks. But every time I tried

Her shoulders were trembling nonstop. "What are you crying for? You’ve got the nerve to cry? You ruined everyone’s lives. What right do you have to cry?" An enraged classmate rushed over, pried her hands away from her face, and screamed at her. However, when she lifted her head, there wasn’t a single tear on her face. Her body trembled violently. Only a faint glimmer of moisture lingered at the corners of her eyes. "Pfft—hahahahahaha…" Her laughter burst out, warped and hysterical.

Just silence so loud it makes my ears ring. That blood sucker played me well. Clean. Neat. No hesitation. He took my Jayden. Then he took my wolf. I let out a laugh that sounds wrong even to my own ears. It breaks halfway through and turns into something sharp and ugly. Tears spill before I can stop them, hot and relentless, blurring my vision until the room looks like it is drowning with me. I clutch my chest like that will somehow drag my wolf back from wherever it disappeared to. My shoulders shake. My throat burns. I laugh and cry at the same time because if I stop laughing, I might scream, and if I scream, I might not stop.

I cry inside. Me?! Again?!