Chapter 3: anxiety

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Ouro finally came out the shower in new clothes that weren't torn and dirt, when he walked into the lounge room I never actually realised how tall he was, he was inhumanly tall, like a giant.

He sat down on the couch in front of me letting out a deep sigh with white smoke leaving his mouth as he does, I look intriguingly wondering if it's from the hot water making steam or something else.

I ask ouro for the first time "what's going on" my voice seemed shaken, my head was filled with all these thoughts I didn't realise how much I was shaking, ouro opened his mouth weakly, but all that left his mouth was smoke, not just from his mouth but from his body, rising to the ceiling, ouros eyes rolled back as he collapse onto the couch as the smoke calmed down.

I got up quickly walking over to ouro to help him, he must've been exhausted, so I let him rest scared that he could be dying but there was nothing I could do, I don't handle these situations very well.

I fell asleep on the bed dreaming about what was going to happen to me, it was repeating in my head over and over again, different  scenarios and how I can over come them even tho they might not even happen.

it makes it hard to sleep sometimes, it happens every night, just one conversation can stop me from sleeping, I just can't stop thinking out it, 'what could you have done better' 'why did you say that?' Knowing I cant go back and change things.

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