The world keeps spinning around [Nyte]
May 7, 2014 4:46:44 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on May 7, 2014 4:46:44 GMT -5
S T R U G G L E I S A P A R T O F L I F E
E L S A D A W N
DISTRICT7 | SEVENTEEN| FEMALE
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E L S A D A W N
DISTRICT7 | SEVENTEEN| FEMALE
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A Scream… A scream echoed in my ears and encased me that was so full of terror and hurt. So full of emotion that I felt myself cringing away from it and no matter how hard I pressed my ears it still filled my head. I could feel the tears sting my eyes as I rocked back and forth in smooth motions but I couldn’t escape it. Somewhere in the back of my mind I heard a small voice tell me that I was the one who was screaming but how could I when I was trying to escape it. How could I be the one that had a scream so full of terror and hurt when I was fine? I didn’t have a reason to be so terrified when I sat on my bed in one piece and with nothing but ordinary surrounding me. My body was tensed as I repeated to myself, please shut, please please please. I could hear the desperation and in that moment I did feel desperate. Desperate to get away from this house and this world that was filled with nothing but hate and revenge. I felt far away from everyone else like I was in my own world with no escape and the only future was me in this room and that terrible, terrible scream.
I was remotely aware of warm hands clasping my shoulders and how they gripped me hard and shook my body slightly. I could hear the pleading voice of my mother asking me to calm down and tell her what was wrong. My mother. Maybe I wasn’t alone in this world after all but I still felt no comfort in hearing her voice not when I could still hear it. Over and over that pleading voice asked me to stop screaming. Louder and louder that scream became until it was all I could hear. I couldn’t focus on anything else but the fear and hurt. Would it ever cease and allow me to live my life and release me of this pain it was causing. My breathing started to falter like an invisible hand was clenching my throat and trying to suffocate me and I struggled to let any oxygen into my airways. But at least the scream ebbed away and all that remain was the sounds of me gasping and choking for air. I pried at my throat begging for any air to slither in and allow me to breathe. Maybe I would die and I wouldn’t suffer anymore but life was too cruel. My vision was tinged with red and my lungs felt like they were going to burst. My head pounded from the lack of oxygen and I thought maybe this was the end.
I would never appreciate air as much as I did right then. The pressure around my throat finally subsided and I could feel oxygen slither down by air way as I sucked in a huge breath and the pounding in my head slowly disappeared. My body was covered in beads of sweat and I could feel a hand stroking my hair with delicate but firm movements. A knee was pressed to my forehead and I let myself relax because I was alive and I should be glad, right? I didn’t really understand what had just happened but all I could do was cry with frustration and shock which I guess was understandable. The tears stung my eyes and my body racked with sobs. “It’s alright now.” A calm and reassuring voice repeated in soothing tones. That voice. I knew it was my mum as I saw her before but I didn’t register what was happening but now I recognized that voice and those hands that continued to run through my hair. I believed those words at this moment that everything was going to be okay because that was who I was. I was a girl who believed everything her mum told her and took comfort in them. All we did was sit there in silence except for the occasional sob or words of comfort.
As I stepped out of the house that morning cool frigid air wrapped around my body and I shivered. The cold seeped into my skin and the cold morning air whipped my hair around in brown streams. My mother had described to me what had happened and I was completely shocked. This was not me. I wasn’t a person who was afraid and full of hurt. I was strong and I knew how to look after myself. Even though I have been through some tough times I was never the one who dwelled on them. That morning my mum told me she came running into the room when she heard me scream and after a few minutes of trying to calm me down I just stopped and started sobbing. I was confused about all the events of the morning but what could I do. I folded my arms in a tactic to protect me from the biting wind and I shudder involuntary. I was so deep in though and mulling over what had happened that I stopped looking where I was going. Before I knew what was happening I slammed into someone and tripped over. I threw my hands out in front of me as I fell to the ground slamming my left hip into the cement. I groaned and thought, that is going to leave a nasty bruise. I started to stammer out an apology to my victim, “I am so sorry; I should’ve looked where I was walking!”
OOC: Sorry about the lame meeting but I hope the post is good^^
I was remotely aware of warm hands clasping my shoulders and how they gripped me hard and shook my body slightly. I could hear the pleading voice of my mother asking me to calm down and tell her what was wrong. My mother. Maybe I wasn’t alone in this world after all but I still felt no comfort in hearing her voice not when I could still hear it. Over and over that pleading voice asked me to stop screaming. Louder and louder that scream became until it was all I could hear. I couldn’t focus on anything else but the fear and hurt. Would it ever cease and allow me to live my life and release me of this pain it was causing. My breathing started to falter like an invisible hand was clenching my throat and trying to suffocate me and I struggled to let any oxygen into my airways. But at least the scream ebbed away and all that remain was the sounds of me gasping and choking for air. I pried at my throat begging for any air to slither in and allow me to breathe. Maybe I would die and I wouldn’t suffer anymore but life was too cruel. My vision was tinged with red and my lungs felt like they were going to burst. My head pounded from the lack of oxygen and I thought maybe this was the end.
I would never appreciate air as much as I did right then. The pressure around my throat finally subsided and I could feel oxygen slither down by air way as I sucked in a huge breath and the pounding in my head slowly disappeared. My body was covered in beads of sweat and I could feel a hand stroking my hair with delicate but firm movements. A knee was pressed to my forehead and I let myself relax because I was alive and I should be glad, right? I didn’t really understand what had just happened but all I could do was cry with frustration and shock which I guess was understandable. The tears stung my eyes and my body racked with sobs. “It’s alright now.” A calm and reassuring voice repeated in soothing tones. That voice. I knew it was my mum as I saw her before but I didn’t register what was happening but now I recognized that voice and those hands that continued to run through my hair. I believed those words at this moment that everything was going to be okay because that was who I was. I was a girl who believed everything her mum told her and took comfort in them. All we did was sit there in silence except for the occasional sob or words of comfort.
As I stepped out of the house that morning cool frigid air wrapped around my body and I shivered. The cold seeped into my skin and the cold morning air whipped my hair around in brown streams. My mother had described to me what had happened and I was completely shocked. This was not me. I wasn’t a person who was afraid and full of hurt. I was strong and I knew how to look after myself. Even though I have been through some tough times I was never the one who dwelled on them. That morning my mum told me she came running into the room when she heard me scream and after a few minutes of trying to calm me down I just stopped and started sobbing. I was confused about all the events of the morning but what could I do. I folded my arms in a tactic to protect me from the biting wind and I shudder involuntary. I was so deep in though and mulling over what had happened that I stopped looking where I was going. Before I knew what was happening I slammed into someone and tripped over. I threw my hands out in front of me as I fell to the ground slamming my left hip into the cement. I groaned and thought, that is going to leave a nasty bruise. I started to stammer out an apology to my victim, “I am so sorry; I should’ve looked where I was walking!”
OOC: Sorry about the lame meeting but I hope the post is good^^
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