Shatterproof

A black dress hung lonely and limp in the shadowy corner of the closet, pushed away from all the other clothes. Illiana avoided looking at it, almost as if she could catch the plague by doing so, as she rifled for a suitable outfit to put on. After the third time through her limited supply she gave a little sigh of frustration along with an eye roll and just grabbed a pair of old ripped up and stained blue jeans and a slightly v-necked t-shirt boasting a faded eagle design. She just didn’t have the energy to care about what she dressed like anymore. There was no reason to try and impress anyone. She slid on the dingy clothes with a weary slowness, ran her ragged nails and slim bony fingers through her once vibrant, stick straight blonde hair and decided she was too worn out to put any more effort into her appearance today. Not even lipstick and eyeliner could fix her mood.
Her feet dragged towards the kitchen at a snail's pace to get some coffee in hopes that it would allow her a slight jump start for her morning. She dispensed it into the chipped, red mug that was her preferred; deciding that straight black was what she required. Her body carried her and the mug to the kitchen table where she plopped down with a moderately loud, “oomph”. She began to mindlessly leaf through the multiple envelopes heaped up on the table. There were so many bills that she had no idea how she was ever going to pay them. It seemed that since Jonathan’s death everything had pretty much fallen apart. Karma was always out to get her. She allowed her head to free fall and smack the table with a noisy thud, mulling over her thoughts.
Not even considering where she was going to go Illiana stood up and hastily exited her diminutive apartment. She was making her way down her building’s stairwell when she noticed an adolescent boy, appearing to be around the fruitful age of seventeen, wearing black clothing that blended flawlessly with his shaggy, onyx hair. He took one glance at her tear tainted face and whispered, “When your world shatters, do you?” He continued to gaze expressively at her for a moment before getting up and walking away leisurely, leaving her to contemplate his words and pull out of them what life preservers she could.