WARNING, INVOLVES SELF-HARM
*Scary/Real*
She cried and held herself closer. The walls felt as though they were closing in on her.
She couldn't breathe and she couldn't escape.
After all, how can you escape what goes on in your own head?
She sat huddled in the filthy corner of the basement, splinters from the floor boards beneath her pushing into her skin.
The pain distracted her from drowning in her own thoughts and she clawed at the space around her, grasping for anything she could get ahold of.
Tugging and pulling, twisting until her fingers were raw and bloody she managed to acquire a rusted nail from a broken floor board.
She didn't cry though as she welcomed the distraction her mangled fingers gave her.
That slight reprieve was once again lost beneath the waves of her own strangling anxiety.
Desperately, as though she was gasping for one lungful of air, she brought the nail up to the inside of her elbow and pressed down, dragging it to the palm of her hand.
The searing pain was embraced by her as well as the darkness that soon followed.
Finally she could breathe.
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So that one was a little but different... Anyways, my friends all thought of me slightly different after they read that one, heheh.
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Thoughts Left Behind
General FictionA compilation of short stories in a variety of different genres. (Sorry this is such a terrible description, there was no way to put it without it sounding really stupid.)
