I'm lying on my bed staring at my ceiling. Every time this happens I try to shut down. My brain shows me a dungeon with a shadowy figure lurking. They have Blood red eyes, and fanged teeth. Their jet black hair covers their left eye.
I ask them who they are, what they want, and why are they are doing this to me. It's only answer is:
"It is destruction
It is sorrow
It is your fear
It will always be here"
It shows me images that try to scare me into a panic attack but, recently it shows me a needle dancing across my arm. Causing a scarlet stream to follow. The dance looks beautiful and happy.
I know why it shows me such a happy dance with the needle. It knows there is a needle from my sewing supplies near my bed. It wants me to try the dance with that needle. It thinks I will be happy if I preform the needle dance.
I'm starting to think so to.
But if I preform the needles dance, the butterflies will die. I haven't killed one yet and I don't want to.
Not yet...
A/N This is my first story! When I talk about butterflies any time in this book it will be referring to the butterfly project. If you have any questions please feel free to ask in the comments or private message. Thank you!
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Anxiety One-shots
PoetryThis story may be triggering to anyone with anxiety and possibly depression. It will be describing how my anxiety feels, and different ways I try to overcome it. Disclaimer: this is only my personal experience and does NOT apply to everyone!
