My heart beat painfully underneath my ribs, and my ears rang with the silence of the room. There I sat, alone and shaking.
My stomach gave a horrid lurch and I heaved out my breakfast. After probably vomiting out most of my innards I sat back on the cold bathroom floor. Icy sweat streaked down my face and neck colliding with my tears. How could this happen?
I stepped up from the floor, flushed the toilet, and walked out of the stall. I turned towards the mirror. The devilish eyes staring back at me where not mine. My hair was plastered to my forehead and neck from all my sweating, and my chin quivered from all the pain. Red and blistered my cheeks where. They where streaked with my tears and my eyes threatened more. How?
How could I be so stupid? Why did it have to be me?! Didn't I realize? Didn't I know!? Couldn't I have prevented my hate from escalating? Could I have saved more than myself? Why didn't I die?
My mouth sneered and as a sob reached my throat I threw my fist at the mirror with retched disgust. This was not over. For once in my life I became the coward I was. All the lies I shrouded over myself had been exterminated and I was naked before all who had survived. Please, God, let me die...
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