She has cracked..

She takes a deep breath and slumps on the floor.
Her head tilts back resting against the door. She can still hear the sound and racking outside.
Crashing, shouting, cursing. Everything mashes together.
Her legs can barely move, her eyes are collecting clear water.
Don't you dare cry, she tells herself. Holding back a sob.
She clasps a hand over her chest as if it'll help to ease of the pain in her heart.
"DON'T YOU GODDAMAN DARE CRY!" She shouts out loud.
It's too late. Her fragile heart can't take it. She has cracked.
I've been so strong for the past years, why I'm falling apart now? She moans.
Her tears pour down like a fountain. She tries to inhale more air. Her body agonies for more oxygen. Her chest moves up and down uncontrollably.
She sniffs and closes her face with her hands, "God, give me strength."
She closes her eyes and prays.
"God, end this agony. End this nightmare. I am your humble slave, please I beg for you mercy." As she mumbles her silent prayer, she feels her head spinning lightly. Her tongue and throat feel dry. She licks her chapped lips and swallows. She crawls on to the bed and rests her head on the warm pillow. She curls her body tight to herself and continues her prayer.
"God, end this agony. End this nightmare."
As she slowly rest her body and mind, she can hear no more of the horrible sound outside her door. She tries to sit up but her body won't let her. She rolls on her back and stares up the ceiling.
"God, end this agony. End this nightmare."
Before she knows it, she has fallen to a deep unconsciousness.