Day TWO - please be kind...
Tears streamed down my face, fogging up my glasses.
I couldn’t see where I was going, but all I knew was that I had to get out of here.
That I wanted to be anywhere else’s but here.
My stomach turned and I began to silently heave,but no vomit came.
I felt dizzy. My head felt wrong. I couldn’t focus. My eyes stung.
I tried to breathe in and out but my chest was too heavy.
The heat built up around me.
I made my way to the door and pushed down hard on the handle.
With two hard pushes the handle released and the door sprung open.
I was met by the cold night’s air. I gulped down the oxygen as I stepped outside.
My knees buckled and I crashed to the floor.
Don’t look back my inner voice screamed.
I got up, and steadied my feet.
I took my glasses off and wiped them on the sleeve of my hoodie. It would leave streaks but at least I would be able to see.
What had just happened? Was I really there?
I shook it out of my head as tears threatened to fall again.
I continued to walk down the street.
I passed person after person; going about their normal evenings. Living their normal lives.
How could they be so calm, so oblivious, so unaware?
I envied them. I wished that I could go back to being as clueless as them.
But I couldn’t I could never go back. I had opened up something that I could never close.
Where did I go from here? How could life ever be normal again?
I continued to walk into the night.