All you gotta do is breathe.
Remember that, and you'll do just fine. That's what she said. When the darkness arrives, when you start to shake, when you're finally lost - just breathe. Deep, breathe deep, like a starving man devours his bread, a thirsty man his water.
Of course I'm thirsty, but I'm not sure if I want the water. What if it's not right? What if it hurts? What if she lied?
Poison is everywhere, I know that wasn't a lie. Corruption, rot, disease. In every part of every person I could smell it, taste it. Pouring out of false smiles, filling up the empty praise, taking over my will like a parasite. Making me work for them. Making me happy for them. I'm so thirsty, because of them.
I still want to see, I want control, I want to be found. But not like this, not as a puppet. I just need to relax, I just need to breathe.
The lights are coming, but the tremors are starting.
Go on, breathe deep.
It's getting dark, but they are making their way through the murk.
I need to be quick. I need to breathe.
If they catch me, I'll never come back.
Just breathe it in. You're always thirsty, just have a drink.
It's only water.
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Breed Of Emotions
Short StoryI wrote each of these short stories between the ages of eleven and seventeen. Each and every story was written at a different point in my life, with a different state of mind, and a completely unique breed of emotions flowing through my veins. Keep...
