There was something different about me now. As I think back to holding my mother and having her skin burn my own all I could remember was the overwhelming feeling that it was the right thing to do. And I still think that. But sitting in the bath scrubbing my skin raw trying to get the feeling to leave, my throat didn't close up like it usually did. My lungs didn't collapse into themselves. My eyes didn't even water. Despite my fingers being red raw I could still feel the sting in my bones. The water long cold and my thoughts long gone. My lips trembling and eyes burning as I tried to comprehend what had just happened. I felt so empty. So utterly alone. I felt my bones would turn to dust any moment. Crumble under there own weight. I knew I would get no sleep tonight.
Standing from the bath and reaching for my towel I get a glimpse of what I look like in the mirror. My eyes dropping immediately. I can't see myself like this. No one should. Draping the soft towel over my shoulders I stumble to my bed. I need to lie down. I need to close my eyes and see nothing. I need to just be... just for a few moments.
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she was untouchable.
Short StoryEloise suffers from Haphephobia, the fear of being touched. Her mother, Katherine suffers from OCD, obsessive-compulsive disorder. Eloise's condition, it was a genetic trait that she got from her father. All throughout her life she disliked the se...
