pressure » a short story

- pressure -

She felt suffocated, like the atmosphere was choking her instead of protecting her life. She felt like it was closing in on her, like it was trying to catch her and kill her which terribly confused her. She wasn't on the run but it felt like she was running from the world everyday.

Even though she was outside, she felt more trapped then ever.

The pressure around her was proving to be too much. She chanted in her head that she could do this but in her heart she knew the truth.

She couldn't.

As much as she tried, as much as she wanted to, she couldn't survive the treacherous world that she lived in.

She gasped for air, like a fish out of water. Her breathing was shallow and short, erratic and inconsistent. It felt like she was exhaling carbon but inhaling no oxygen. She felt like she was surrounded by a million people. But If you had seen her, then you would see that she was alone. She was alone, just like she always was. Only this time, she could not muster up the courage to breathe.

She felt like she was dying.

And she didn't know why.

The pressures of the world has pressed down on her, like coals being pressed for diamonds.

Only she was a coal both before and after the pressure, for you can apply pressure to a person but you cannot force them to thrive.

She felt a tear threaten to fall from her eye and it gave her fear, fear of being weak.

She felt like she was on fire, like the carbon dioxide her was getting to be too much.

She wondered why she couldn't inhale any oxygen and why carbon dioxide decided to treat her so badly.

The pressured girl felt like she was surrounded by chaos, like a tornado was sucking up all of her breath. She felt like rain was pouring on her but looked up to greet a sunny clear sky. She felt like snow was freezing her to death when it was in the middle of the summer.

She felt like she was suffocating more and more by the second.

And she oh so desperately begged for air, even a drop of it.

But she was met with silence for she was alone and there was no one around her.

But if anyone was,

would they actually help her?

She closed her eyes at her last struggling breath knowing the answer and coming to peace with it. She whispered a word, one word, her final word, and fell into a peaceful bliss.

"no."

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QUESTION::: 

    do you guys think that I should start a short story book? because I never imagined having so many ideas and i feel like it's a bit much to publish a new story for  every short story and it's a bit disorganized for me. I'd still keep my current short stories up but from here on out,  I'd make a book and then update whenever I have an idea!! Tell me what you guys think if you want lol i really value your opinions!! They help a lot!!! 

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