Hold Your Breath.

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This is a short story for the Aylssa Cavender's contest : ].Pic 1. Song- Crawling by Linkin Park.

Submitted: September 18, 2009

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I was pulled into the woods by my own fear. Feet moving quickly. I wasn't aware of how long I had been running. But my lungs burned, as if they were going up in flames within the cage of my ribs. I choked on the cool and wet air below the trees looming above me. A sob escaped my lips. It was all I could manage. I was exhausted, yet I moved on. I could feel my eyelids being weighed down.

Only did I stop when I reached a small stream that trickled through the ground, bending around tree trunks and beneath mounds of debris. I slid down against the rough bark of tree, It tore at my shirt. Scraped against my skin.

I was looking for an escape. But all I found was a quiet place where my mind was all I could here. Speaking to me. Screaming to me. I crawled to the edge of the small stream, forcing myself to look down at my own reflection. I had forgotten what I had looked like. It was something haunting. My feeling of unwillingness to be my own reflection.

My fingers pressed down into the wet ground, into the dirt. My breaths were choppy and jagged. My throat was hurting and my nose was running. My eyes stayed glued on the water below me, showing me who I was. My tossled hair. Dark eyes. Discomfort had thrust itself upon me days ago. Weeks ago. Just as the walls of the world had been seemingly closing in on me.

I leaned back. My body landing aginst the patches of grass, dirt, and moss. I touched my cold fingers to my forehead. I shut my eyes. I thought maybe then, everything would simply pass me by. I was getting reality confused.

I was losing my self-control. My will to function normally. Not with myself crawling in my skin. Losing my confidence in everything that I had gained. Everything that I had done.

I pressed my lips shut and held my breath. As if maybe this time, I would open my eyes to something new.


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