Phantom

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I'm scared. my body trembles. My mind whirs faster and faster. my heart almost leaps out of my throat. my hands shake as my palms sweat. I'm scared of what will happen to me, to my life. To my world. I am afraid of losing everyone, and everything. My tears slide down and I brush them away, painting the smile on my face. I walk around with other people. I smile and laugh, I reassure my mother that I'm fine, remind all I love that I am alright. But I am just playing a role. My character fades the more I am alone. My tears return, and the phantom of my nightmares returns.

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