Edgedpenadant

The tight sounds scratched down my throat as i tried to force out another steady breath The taste in my mouth was bitter, not bitter like lemons but like  blood as if i just bit my tongue. with eyes watering as the sharp pain grew in my  stomach. The blush on the surface of my face was red and splotchy. I hid in that cupboard for at least 4 hours, with my legs forced up to the walls and my hands raped around myself as if it gave me some kind of feeling of being safe, which made not much sense. I was so sweaty from the inclosed space that my hair stuck to the side of my face. I peered down at myself to make sure i was still there. I was fine e

The tight sounds scratched down my throat as i tried to force out another steady breath The taste in my mouth was bitter, not bitter like lemons but like  blood as if i just bit my tongue. with eyes watering as the sharp pain grew in my  stomach. The blush on the surface of my face was red and splotchy. I hid in that cupboard for at least 4 hours, with my legs forced up to the walls and my hands raped around myself as if it gave me some kind of feeling of being safe, which made not much sense. I was so sweaty from the inclosed space that my hair stuck to the side of my face. I peered down at myself to make sure i was still there. I was fine e