《{Warning -- Mentions Emetophobia}》
[Present Time – 4:27– 2 days after settling]
I’ve always been distant since dad died, so I’ve grown to accept the fact that no one will treat me as an equal.
Everyone in town didn’t trust us like they knew that we would start trouble or some shit like that, so I minded my own business and carried my belongings with me and sat down by a tree near the forest.
I would normally climb the tree, but I needed to get used to the fact that we’re in a new place.
Mother already started asking people to join her for a welcoming party “to get to know the town better” and of course, there would be alcohol involved, so I left in order to not be bothered.
After a while of sitting by the tree, I started feeling like someone was watching me from behind, but I decided to brush it off, thinking it was an animal.
But around fifteen minutes later, I realized I couldn’t hear any shuffling of animals nearby, so I turned around and noticed a faint shadowed silhouette near five to six feet tall, clearly male.
I stood up and faced him with a stern face, standing my ground in order to be left alone with my thoughts.
He slowly backed away, so I sat back down listening to my surroundings just in case he decided to attack me without a proper fight.
After an hour passed, I packed up my things to head back inside after the party died down. I decided that the front door wouldn’t be best to enter.
After all, it was locked anyway, so I climbed up the porch to the upstairs window and entered my room.
Something didn’t feel right, so I locked my window and closed the curtains, and ran downstairs, locking the other windows just to go back upstairs to feel like I was sick enough to be hospitalized..
I checked my pulse to find it was going 173.6 beats per minute with the feeling of pressure in my head.
I could feel the constant need of coughing blood, so I forced myself to throw up, and a black substance came up.
I threw up once again until I couldn’t see the black substance anymore. After I did so, I couldn’t feel the pressure or the need of coughing anymore; as I began focusing back on reality, I heard someone downstairs, so I hid in the secret compartment in my bookshelf I made three years ago.
I slowed my breathing down to what is called eupnea. I heard them burst into my room with barely any force and started searching through my stuff, and then I realized they saw my bathroom bloodied and filled with used bandages.
Not knowing what to do, I stayed quiet until they left; I climbed out of the compartment and opened the curtains to look outside into the forest, showing them
I wasn’t phased through what just happened about ten minutes ago and went back to my daily chores, which involved making sure my mother isn’t dead and cleaning the house.
I had to scrub my bathroom floor in order to not make my mother freak out.
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