Threading on a thin path

Slowly, her eyes opened; though there was some feeling of relief, instantly there was a flood of what she had yet to do. 2 days of weekends would not be enough, unless you have superhuman strength.

At times like this, she felt like she's being thrown in too fast, too quickly and too abruptly that everyone's expecting too much of her. One minute she'd been told to do this, and the next she's told a different thing, then another moment she'd been accused of being ignorant.

When she agreed and accepted the fact that it would be a rough, tortuous path, she didn't expect that it had the power to break her spirit. There were a lot of people around her, yet none she felt could hear her truly... Or perhaps it was just her, unable to voice it out.

She wondered how long she could hold on to a thin thread, before she would finally crumbled and break...