Sing me to sleep

Teen Idle

Wrenching firmly onto my crumpled cotton coverlet, I gritted onto my shivering teeth, nervously overthinking the circumstances that could occur among the next few days. The montage of the dreaded likelihoods replaying over and over and over again until eventually my thoughts swindled like a child on a roundabout - only this playground ride was never-ending until eventually butterflies began to flutter across my stomach and just then I was about to...'HANA!' Too late, my body had decided on convulsing spew all over her leggings - her limb dispersed in the warmth of the bile that had managed to escape from my lips. Shame, like a rodent, devoured my spiralling emotions and like a bolt I sprung to the minute restroom of the plane. Slamming the door shut I scrambled to the lavatory and completed the foul business, seizing my abdomen in agony. Why did I bother coming on this trip when all I would do was mortify my reputation even further...I had been doing ever since the events of November - since then things have never been the same. Looking up to the cloudy mirror across, a tiresome girl stares back, mascara from her teary mahogany eyes, staining her coloured cheeks. Harshly I pull onto my long brown hair and toss it into an effortless tail. I twist the tarnished tap near and toss piercing water onto my face allowing the cold to revitalise my impure state of feeling, allowing the freshness to attempt to clear my cloud of woes. Feeling satisfaction at the cleanliness achieved, I swallow a huge gulp of air prepared to consume the embarrassment to come - well it's no different to usual circumstances. As I approached my seat in reticence, she, like a ravenous wild cat, glared at me feeding off my fear in mania; beside her, sat Abby and Amaara - her companions who only watched over her shoulders, neglecting notions of prevention. Amber was loathsome. And this trip to Seoul was sure to be a long one.