“No, no, no, this is not happening.”
“Please, no.”
It’s back, her anxiety. Her body
started shivering, but her hand felt numb. With her hands on her head, she
lowered down her ponytail. She was there, in that corner of her room, where she
used to sit every time when her emotions rushed back and forth like a pendulum.
She chose to be in that corner of her room because, it felt cold, dry and
empty. That is what is needed.
Her face turned pale. Everything
went off, the colors of her life and the lights in her room. She chose darkness.
The colors? Yes, she defines her life in terms of colors. Her life turned grey;
detached from everyone, tired from everything, living with misery and
emptiness. No matter what, she tries to stay calm and is holding on tight.
Again, she got a nervous breakdown.
That feeling was uncontrollable. It was suffocating.
Tears rolled down her face, she was
so drenched in her own thoughts, and all she could do was isolate her till midnight. All she could hear was the sound of silence.
*beep beep*
Her phone vibrates. She remembers her extreme mood swing at
school. Hell no. She spends next few hours trying to complete her assignments
and goes to sleep with an empty stomach and sadness.
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