| | I shake my head and my feet carry me backwards, taking me away from the aggressive things flooding into the dark room. I have two choices: Stand and face it, maybe fight, maybe coax, maybe just face up. Or run. Get away. Avoid it as I try to everything else. My back hits the cold wall. The dark shapes are pressing closer. I won't cry; that's a sign of weakness. I won't bend. I won't run. I won't tell anyone. But it's getting bigger, it's presence sucking the air out of my lungs. My muscles fold, bringing me to the floor, making myself smaller, maybe it will go away. But it pushes forward. I crawl away, towards the little space it hasn't taken over. My mind races as I try to figure out how I can make it stop. Maybe if I eliminated myself, it would quit. Or it could devour me as it seems to want to. My side hits the other wall. There, it has pushed me into the corner. To kill me? I wish. It only wants to take a little part of me. But there is so much of it! Will there be any left? It surrounds me now, over me, at my side, in front of me. I can't breath anymore. I can't see the way out. I put my hands up, but it doesn't see, it pushes closer. I cover my head with my hands... |
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