Every time my feet hit the ground. there was a tremor of anxiety flowing inside my body. adrenaline wasn't at its best to give my mind the best idea to run faster. this is not real I remind myself forcing to believe that I was just dreaming and none of these were true. but I was not dreaming. and if i was, this was one of those terrifying nightmares. this kind of body was never gonna make it. would it? I wanted to stop, I didn't want this to be real.
As I reached the back door of his house, there was a hint of bewilderment on my face as I saw my reflection at the mirror beside his door.
would I ever see him breathing? or the other way around?
one way to find out, I reached for the door knob and opened the door hesitantly.
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Landslide
Teen Fiction"I'm comfortably numb" I told myself, making a fanciful pretense to hide everything. numbness was never a solution. it was lethal.
