When I opened the door in the morning, I saw my mother, Mrs. Eliza, and her husband sleeping in the corridor. I sighed, leaned my back at the wall, sniffing again. My emotion was filled to the brim, which makes me want to cry again, but my eyebrows were too heavy to lift. I realized that too many tears can cause pain in the eyes. And now, my tears filled my eyes. I hold them but they were too heavy to hold. They dropped on my cheeks and I wondered where all my tears that had rained last night and now came from.

My mom woke up first. “Annie.” I feel her motherly voice. “Annie.” She hugged me till Mrs. Eliza woke, then tap his husband. “You scared us. What happened to you?”

I can only answer with my tears. Mrs. Eliza wiped my tears away. “What did Harry do to you?”

“Nothing.”

Mrs. Eliza hugged me and started cleaning my tear. “Talk to me, you know we love you.”

I feel like saying she should stop cleaning my tears, and she should please clean the one in my heart. I don’t know how the tears flow out. I don’t have any power over them the moment I felt the stings of love.

“Good morning.” We looked up and saw Harry in school uniform, his backpack amid his fingers. “I... gotta go.”

“Harry,” his father said. “What happened between you and Annie?”

He looked at me and then stares down. “Nothing.”

“Harry, talk now before I upload the picture.” His mother yelled.

“What?” He raised his voice. “Do you think I care?”

Mrs. Eliza walked close to him, slaps him, and shouted. “What the hell you did to her to make her cry this much, for God's sake?”

He sighed.

“Slapping him won’t stop my tears.” I heard my voice manage to say something. “He knows nothing about my tears.” They looked at me. “I would be fine.” I hurried in, darted into the bathroom, locked the door, and bleed.

After I entered the sitting room, ready for school. Mrs. Eliza gave me a new iPhone and asked me to promise her to stop crying. I hugged her and promised her. I knew she gave me the phone to withdraw my attention from anything that's bothering my mind. She share enough data, and his husband gave me two power banks that were fully charged. I hugged my mom, and I feel shy about hugging Mr. Williams.

The car took us to the school and I alighted first. Jean hugged me under the tree when I show her the new iPhone. She begged me to open the password, and then snap our pictures. I feel shy because everyone was looking at us, but Jean care not.

We went to the library during break time, and Jean help me open a Facebook account. And we watched Mr. Ben's videos. Because my heart was soft now, I laughed easily. Every action Ben act turned me on. And I laughed for more than five minutes before telling Jean to backward the video. Here, in the library with the phone, we skipped class.

I laughed more in the car when we are heading home. Then I remembered Jean told me to search for Tom and Jerry's videos on Facebook and then I do so in the car. I laughed till tears dripped down; I laughed till the phone slipped down.

At home, in my room, I laughed.

My mom opens the door. "Reduce your laughter, or sleep."

"I'm sorry," I said. It was not her fault, it's my fault, for I had laughed and forgot to close the door. I locked it when she had left, and I watched a short video where a man touch a woman's breast and the woman knacked his head with a baton. When she wants to knack another baton on his head, he ran to the street where a bicycle hit him down. This turned me on for hours as I keep remembering it. My mom knocked at the door again. "Annie, you are making noises."

"I'm sorry, mom."

I laughed in the library as Jean's friend, and laughed again in the car as nobody, and then laughed again in my room as a teenager. Mrs. Eliza bought me a cat, and I named it Kite, for it was cute.

I would carry Kite to the bed and force it watched comedies. When I show Jean Kite's picture and told her how I watch the video with Kite, she rolled down in laughter. And I laughed, too.

In the class, I keep holding my laughter because the videos were replaying themselves in my brain. I looked at Jean's face, and we burst into a peal of laughter. Inexplicably laughter. Mr. Alistair, the mathematics teacher command us to kneel at the front, but still, we laughed silently.

Throughout the week, I would read novels because my phone had shut down because my mom has took my power bank and charger on the bed in one morning. Thank God, the novels were interesting; they took me to different worlds and make me laughed, too.

And as if my pain was convinced that I was serious with those comedies videos, and novels, my pains said to me, "Okay, okay, I will fly away."