This place is so empty, so vast yet so confining. There is nothing, but it feels as though it is jam packed with the baggage of the universe. This room is encased in the shadows of despair. Here I am, in the middle of this void, alone. I am so small but I fill this room. I don’t even think there’s any air in here, I want to gasp for a breath but I instinctively hold it in, I am far too afraid to exhale. God, I am so tense, so afraid, suffocating.
Why am I so afraid? Why do I have this increasingly anxious feeling in my bones? It’s overwhelming, I’m so scared, I feel as though the moment I drop my guard a crusade of monsters will swallow me whole. I feel as though if I try to breathe my lungs will swell, my ears will implode, my face will turn purple. But why do I feel this way, what am I worried about? I don't know. That’s the problem, it could be anything. I do not know. Anything could go wrong and obliterate me and if I loosen my guard it will surely happen. I’m sure of it.
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Short StoryAn individual with no hope in life finally finds a slither of life in his darkness... but is this light too good to be true? Tragedy ensues.
