In, out. I breathe quietly and evenly. I know that as soon as I walk through those doors, my life will begin again. The bruises, the cuts, the scars, they will all stop. They should all stop. I want them all to stop. I don't know where I'll end up after this, but hopefully it'll be better than where I came from.
I adjust my backpack on my shoulders and tuck a piece of my hair behind my ear while shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot. The large oak double-doors loom over me threateningly, judging my every move. I should have gone in by now; they're probably thinking that I'm weird. No. I can't. In, out.
My breath hitches in my throat and I glance over my shoulder, seeing the images of my haunting past become more and more vivid as my heart and mind race over my options. Do I move forwards to a new life? Or do I remain in the life that I know? Butterflies shake my body, travelling through my blood until eventually finding my stomach and collecting there.
In, out. I breathe quietly and evenly. My new life is in front of my, longing to be accepted. My fingertips dance over the shiny, golden door handle. A quick shift of my hand, and the door opens. The opportunity of a new life blinded me, but I step forwards nonetheless. I step into my new beginning, my fresh start.
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Escapril 2019
Short StoryA 30-day writing challenge started from @letsescapril *~Prompts~* Day 1: A Fresh Start Day 2: April Showers Day 3: Incorporate Music Day 4: Anxiety Day 5: Back to Nature Day 6: Nostalgia Day 7: Start with a Time of Day Day 8: A Love Poem Day 9: Focu...
