Fight or flight? (158)

My insides clogged up.

I could barely breathe or feel anything g as the paper slipped from my hands. I had expected something horrible, something devastating or some mastermind plan, but not this, nothing like this.

Even a hot shower would not be able to quench the intense pain I was feeling. I felt so confused and plagued. I had so many intense emotions brewing up a storm inside of me and I was almost terrified concerning which was going to take the lead.

I dropped down to my bed. My eyes stung with tears and my hands felt so they that I could not move them or try to wipe the tears away. Three years. Three long years and now this comes up.

I know that I have said many times, that nothing could have prepared me for this or that. This time I meant it. Nothing, nothing felt more intrusive and painful as a thing.

It almost felt as if I had been living myself but I had no clue what was going on. I laid back on my bed. A tear rolled down my face and my chest tightened. I felt goosebumps