The house.
The situation.
My own skin.
I need to.
Have to.
But where would I go?
I’m stuck somewhere in nowhere.
Or maybe I should just stay stuck here for the rest of eternity.
No one will care about the bloody tabloids here.
I cover my eyes with my hands.
Let this be a dream.
It has to be.
A nightmare.
Let me wake up.
Right now.
“Deep breaths,” I hear.
But I can’t.
What’s the point of breathing anyway?
My chest feels painfully hollow.
Her hands grasp around my wrists.
She’s standing right in front of me, pulling down my hands.
My protection.
“Stop touching me,” I shout, but she doesn’t. I can’t do this—it is all too much.
“Dragon!” I scream and jump backwards as she lets go of me like electrocuted.
My hands become fists. Not for attack, but protection.
I should have never left the house.
This is what comes from it.
Now I am stuck here.
With a mess of a life.
Tears I don’t want stream down my face.
