“I… I think I-I need to-to lie down,” I mutter after a moment, still staring blankly at him and hoping what I said makes sense.
“Okay…” he drawls slowly. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah. Yeah, just… tired, I think.” My hands are trembling in front of me, and I press them against the tops of my thighs to help still them. But it only makes my legs vibrate instead.
Lenny pushes the papers off his lap and stands, but as he turns back to me, he says, “Madison, are you sure, dude? You don’t look so good.”
“S-s-ure. I am.”
“Okay…” One brow hikes, but then, he turns his back and makes his way out of the room, leaving me alone in my panic, which is the last thing I want, but I can’t have anyone witness me like this…
Another vibration.
“Oh, God,” I choke out, scraping my nails down my throat as the bile burns its way up my esophagus.
And another.
Another.
And more.
“Shit,” I blurt the swear word that rarely ever escapes mymouth. My heart is in my throat, in my stomach, in myeyes,as it pounds and pounds andpounds.
I can’t control the shaking of my hands as I reach for my phone when it goes offagain.
My screen is full.
Unknown:
Youre panicking
I can see it ya know
Its glorious
I miss that taste
Do you
“Do I?” I wheeze as I read it aloud. “Do I miss it? What is he even talking about?” I whine as I stare at the words in front of me, as I watch them blur as tears fill my eyes and splash down onto the screen.
Another text comes through, and I vow not to look. I scrunch my eyes shut and shake my head vehemently, but I can’t… resist…
Unknown:
The taste of your fear
But I didn’t…
Unknown:
Surely you tasted it too
My hand comes up to my mouth unwittingly, and I follow the path of my chapped bottom lip with the tips of my fingers, back and forth.
Unknown:
Its so good isnt it
