"No."
The words escape my mouth and for a few seconds my body is filled to the brim with this unstoppable force. Like some kind of supercharged power, determined to stand my ground. Bravery, to stand up for myself. It tingles; it shook me from the top of my head to my farthest toe and back again. My eyes begin to narrow into a sharp anime style glare. My fingers ball into fists and the nails dig into the palm of my hands.
But i'm weak.
The bravery quickly fades away as they stare back at me. Their face tilted and their eyes wide and wild. Their fast moving lips. Intimidating, scary, impossible to beat. Hands and feet move and we begin a dance of death. Grabbing, yanking and pulling. Crying, yelling, and ignorance. They won't listen to me, I wont listen to them. Bickering back and forth endlessly. Push turns to shove and now where's bruises upon my skin. I gasp for the air they begin to take away from me. True fear.
I can never say no to them.
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A suspiciously odd amount of Short Stories.
RastgeleHere's some stories that are small, may not have a beginning. May not have an ending. But they are what they are. Deal with it I guess. "//" - Super short writing bits. ">><<" - Short Stories.
