I stood there.
In the middle of a shop.
Surrounded by people.
Surrounded by noise.
Surrounded by everything I didn't want.
Then I saw him.
He walked over at first screeching.
I covered my ears with my hands but the piercing noise just got worse.
Then he started punching me in the stomach. Again and again until I couldn't breath.
I started gasping for air and he saw this.
While he carried on punching me, he used his dark magic to make the room spin.
It whirled around me until I felt sick.
Again and again and again.
Then it raised the volume and everything became louder.
It echoed through my ears and pounded in my head.
Next, he shoved me repeatedly making my heart beat faster than ever and jump out my chest.
After that. He made everything cold until I started shaking and my eyes shed tears of frost.
My face burned up as I fell to the floor, hand planted on my forehead, millions of heads turning, eyes staring and brains judging.
When he was finally done with me, he dropped everything suddenly.
He left me.
My heart wounded.
My memory remembering everything.
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Поэзия//3rd Place Arctic Awards// Through poetry, this book expresses different mental illnesses, emotions and discoveries of a teenage mind. 'No amount of body lotion or perfume could cover up the memory of his smell on my weakened, scarred skin, And no...
