eina (quotata) wrote in fantaisiste,

Talia: Emotions

I felt the colour drain from my face as my stomach tied itself into tightly coiled viper. My legs turned into butter and melted from right under me.

No... No, this can't be happening! NO! It can't! I mentally screammed as I collasped onto the floor.

The door was wide open, but I didn't care. I felt the tears streaming down my face, warm and salty. They rolled past my chreeks and down my neck as i sniffled.

Stop crying you bitch. STOP IT!!! STOP FUCKING CRYING!!!
It was no use, the sobs could no longer be choked back and even the door frame couldn't hold me upwards.
  • Post a new comment


    Comments allowed for members only

    Anonymous comments are disabled in this journal

    default userpic