Quick breathing, in out, in, out, in;out;in;out,out,out, fingers clutching the cuffs of my jacket tight enough to hang off a moving vehicle. Walking as if both my legs had been struck numb,
my brain is telling me to slam my feet to the floor and bolt in the other direction.
'...Yeah, hi' I greet the man sitting portrait to a large, antique looking window, gazing down the wall of bricks that probably matched the colour of my face. The room was the shape of a long rectangle, door on one end, and window o n the other. I sit in a chair with a big cushion, and let the walls close in on me; yet somehow this fear of the room swallowing me whole was in the back of my mind. What would this man tell me? What could he possibly say that would change the shadowed, and taped off section in my heart? "Well," he says, "let's begin."
in;out;in, out, in
out.
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