Breathless

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I opened the old white window. It was so dark and chilly outside. Of course it felt colder when I was only wearing shorts and a tank top, but I slid my upper body out anyway and took a deep breath, then another. I had been almost hyperventilating, I needed this cold fresh air. Goosebumps covered my body and I welcomed them, glad for any reaction to show I was really alive. Not that I always wanted to be, but right now I did. I needed relief from the thoughts flooding my mind. I was doing anything to distract from them, to freeze them out until I could breath again. I pulled myself in a little and laid my head on the sill. The noise of the cold breeze calmed me. All else was silent in the fall night. No bugs there to cause unnecessary noise.
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Coming out of a deep sleep, I felt rough hands on my shoulders, gently pulling me back into the house. My body was absolutely ice Cold, I had stayed out too long. "W-who?" I asked frantically, but when I turned around all I saw was my dark room, the window was closed, as if it had never happened.
I gripped the table next to my bed and willed myself to look in the mirror. Short stringy hair, red eyes that clearly showed that either I had cried for days, or hadn't slept good in months. Both were true. A weird upturned nose I could never understand and lips that seemed to naturally fall into a frown lately.
"Okay now just go to bed." I told myself. I went to lay down, shivering at the thought of something touching me, even if it was gentle.
I tried to sleep, plagued by so many thoughts I started breathing quickly again. I thought about running to the window. "No." I told myself. I pushed the thoughts away and curled myself up to get warm again.

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