It Wasn't Going To Be Today

The ugly tension sieved through everything. It was in one room and spread to the next. It crawled up your spine and rang in your ears. It was confusing. Not knowing where it came from, she didn't know what to do with it. It curled up in her stomach and she searched her brain for a way it could've gotten in the door. Didn't she lock it? Had she told somebody where she put the extra key? Did one of her friends bring it in here? By accident? Or maybe on purpose? She felt helpless against it. It had been there before. She never knew when it struck. She could try and talk to people about it, but eventually she would have to find it on her own and deal with it. She knew that. It just wasn't going to be today.