Flash Fiction to Block my Yelling

No escape

You can't escape it. The thunder in your ears, your blood is racing, breathing quick, short breaths (in-out-in-out-in-out), and you just can't get enough air. Nothing is helping because it hunts you in the night when your blanket doesn't quite reach your toes leaving them out, open, exposed. And your eyes track the shadowy dances that play on your wall, anything other than the fact that your sheets are as cold as the one who left you, and now even you are unwelcomed in your own home. Its glare shows no mercy, only pain, but you know it quite well, the ever-tumbling feel of falling with no handles to help you slow your fall, no notes to sing to calm your heart. Here you are, nothing but the empty silence.

His smile is the definition of false tranquilly.

You trust it so, so much, it leaves you every time.

He walks out of your life, again and again, blaming it all on the same problem, and you fall for it every time. You fall again and again because you have no where else to go. You can't help but to be trapped in the never ending lies and deceit of "I'm sorry, I just don't like my friends."

You cry in silence alone, promising never to fall back in because now is the time you must stand tall, you are better than him.

But, you worry for him, his friends just aren't good, and you reach out, adding to the mountain of empty promises you now must climb, and you pick up the phone.