Shoumia Nithiananthan
Stories (3/0)
Hey Cyster
Fluttering heartbeats, thorns prickling the centre of my forehead giving me the will to purge out every little taste of the uneasiness sitting at my throat. I straighten my shoulders, arch my back breathing in a gulp of air as I nervously eye the empty ceiling whilst the persistent nail-biting, nauseous sensation adamantly camps at the base of my chest. I gradually bring out the white stick to my view, engulfing another handful of air as two bright red, neatly paired vertical stripes scornfully glares back at me triggering a sharp, searing rush of pain. The months of unshed tears sitting in the inner corners of my eyes begin to swell, readily trickling itself down the sides of my cheeks and forcing my lips to uncontrollably quiver.
By Shoumia Nithiananthan2 years ago in Viva