Make it stop, make it stop! I willed whatever greater forces there were to make it stop. To stop whatever was happening to me. I couldn't see or feel anything but pain. Pain that I was now begging and crying to go way. My eyes burned from the constant tears. my toes and fingers were cramping from the constant tight grip on my world around me. My throat sore from holding in all my sobs. My head aching from the uncontrollable emotions. The weight of all the secrets and pent up stress heavy on my back.
Then a sudden rush of anger hit me and I was punching at the mattress I was once leaning against. I quickly grew tired and sat there trying to breathe it out.
Inhale,exhale. Inhale,exhale. Inhale, FUCKK!Stop, stop stop. Please just make it stop. I curled up in a ball and sobbed to myself. After a while sleep finally came to rescue me and give me a break.
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YOU ARE READING
I'm not okay.
Short StoryFound the first chapter in my drafts and decided to post it.
