The Laughter Thief

I BREATHED IN

I BREATHED IN the cold air that slapped across my face. It made it hard to breathe in as I couldn't catch it. "Spencer..." A whisper wandered around.

No. Please. Not again. I don't want to. I don't want to disappear into thin air! I wish I didn't wish to be The Laughter Thief. It hurts. It hurts too much I...

My thoughts stopped immediately as I felt my feet and hands be shocked as if pins were digging into them. As it reached to my stomach, it felt as if I was about to vomit- the bile just preparing to come out my throat. It was reaching my heart. Disappearing, being invisible was frightening. Horrid.

It finally hit my heart. I clutched onto my chest, falling to the ground, too much pain to handle that I didn't make any whimpering sounds. Even if I did, nobody would hear me. No one would try to feel the peculiar sense in their chest, where the heart and the throat and maybe even the stomach clenched and squeezed lightly. It would make quiet echo sounds if you would just listen. No one has spotted this, no one would want to listen. Because they're too busy. But busy doing what? I didn't understand humans. I forgot how to even be a human. Why wouldn't one just try and calm down and feel the pain I'm giving to them? I didn't mean to give this pain. This pain could cure me. But this is why magic always had a price. And it was all my fault.

Reaching up to my forehead, I felt so nauseous. So light-headed. It was like that vomit already came out of my mouth and now the after effects ate hurting me. Why did I do this... My mistakes shall be learnt.

I closed my eyes. I screamed out to the world that I had disappeared in, everything was lost, and once again, my job had to be done again. To upset people, to make the world a much as worse place. Someone help me... Save me.

The process was finished. It had been done. I was now the Laughter Thief.