thatgolferboi
March 12th, 2010, 06:47 PM
The sunlight flooded onto the thick sand colored carpet late that morning. Pressing the snooze button, he tried to forget the memories of what had happened just two nights ago. Despite anything he did, the memories haunted his subconscious, replaying over and over and over again. He could not focus on anything, the fear gripped his stomach. Suddenly, his stomach knotted, as if he had just experienced something horrific. His brow began to be drenched in the saline liquid. His heart was racing, chest constricting, breathing was impossible at this moment. His terror-filled mind replayed the scene again. The pain filled him. He let out a stifled sigh as he ran to the bathroom, afraid of vomiting on the floor. Doubled over the toilet, he wondered if he should tell anyone. Would anyone believe him? He laid there weeping, hoping no one would hear him. He knew if anyone knew what happened, he would never be able to look anyone in the face again. He thought everyone would hate him and no one would believe him. As soon as the pain subsided, he stood upright, staring at his face in the mirror. In essence, rather, he looked through his image. Perfecting a façade of happiness. A disembodiment of his true feelings.