Secrets

Chapter 1

"Hurry up already! Walk onto the stage." I heard a deep, manly voice command. "NOW!!"
Sweat, running down my back. Eyes, glistening with fear. Heart, thumping as if there is no tomorrow. Hands, shaking wildly as if I am mid seizure. I close my eyes, taking one last breath. It's time. I hear creaking underneath my feet as I drag them across a smooth black surface. I am in a gigantic pitch black room. I stop. My breath slowly getting heavier. I attempt to take control of my breath, closing my eyes, I whisper to myself; In. Out. In. Out. As my breath starts to slow down, I examine the room. Trying to find an object, or anything, for that matter. I was about to give up on trying to find something, when I spotted, what took the shape of a microphone stand. I slowly approached the microphone stand, my breath getting faster and heavier with every step. When I finally reached it, I noticed a microphone that had been placed in the stand. I took a closer look at the microphone, and all of a sudden memories came rushing back. When I was 15 years old, I'd perform in lots of different talent shows, and on the street. Singing let me escape from all my problems from home. My twin sister had been diagnosed with depression at the point in time. Along with many suicide attempts. To add to that stress, I had to get straight A's at school because of my strict parents. Work a part time job to support my parents to help pay for my education. And look after my other siblings, as my parents were running around trying to look after my only sister. This was the same microphone as my first proper microphone, a Rode M1 Live Performance. I felt as if the world had stopped. A lump had built up in my throat. I felt as if my body had just sent every last drop of water into the back of my eyes. I try to forget everything I was just thinking about, to fight off the tears. I tell myself 'it was a long time ago' and 'she's probably in a be-' when I look up to see the room had more than tripled in size!
"What do I do? What do I do?" I whisper to myself.
My breath was very fast, and very heavy, yet again. I can hear my heart beating, it was as loud as a drum. But I take a closer listen, it sounds as if it is a drum. When I realise that, my breath and the thumping has slowed down. 'Why can I still hear that noise?' I think to myself. "Oh." I sighed as I figure out what is going on.