I am home, with a friend, wearing strappy sadals and lilac toenails. The clip starts with an argument over who has to do laundry today; my housemate got so mad he stomped on my small little foot and grinded down on it too with his heel. Ouch! I could not help but to yell in pain, holding my sore foot and rubbing it. He left straight away, leaving me all alone, in excrutiating pain. One by one, I decide to take my sandals off, maybe it will relieve some of the pain. I go to kitchen and, accidentally, drop a can of beans on my already tender foot... The pain was impossible. Finally, my friend...

I am home, with a friend, wearing strappy sadals and lilac toenails. The clip starts with an argument over who has to do laundry today; my housemate got so mad he stomped on my small little foot and grinded down on it too with his heel. Ouch! I could not help but to yell in pain, holding my sore foot and rubbing it. He left straight away, leaving me all alone, in excrutiating pain. One by one, I decide to take my sandals off, maybe it will relieve some of the pain. I go to kitchen and, accidentally, drop a can of beans on my already tender foot... The pain was impossible. Finally, my friend came back and apologized, but it was too late. After a fight, he stomped on my foot... Again! I went to bed, put my feet up and gave in to the awful pain, moaning and crying.