I am locked away, away from the loud, bustling voices and people weaving through eachother. It's almost dark, the fluorescent light above flickering in an almost horror movie-esque way.
Don't panic,
Don't panic,
Don't
panic.
Too late, too late. My breathing speeds up, my heart is racing, it's going to break free of my ribs, leaving shattered remains of bone to impale and incapacitate my lungs.
How long have I been in here, how many seconds, minutes, hours have gone by? Oh god, it's unbearable.
But I cannot sit here forever. At some point, I have to go back put there, smile, pretend.
But now, I will sit and stare at the flickering, fluorescent light above me and try to regulate my unsteady breaths.
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Peradventure
Teen FictionA warning: this book contains sensitive material and just general teenage angst. Please approach with caution, unless you're looking for one hell of a collection of stories.
