Monday 26 September 2011

Terrific. Now, on top of everything else today, I get overwhelmed by panic attacks.

I'm lying here terrified that my dad is going to come through the door at any second. I'm so scared, I feel physically sick. Every time I close my eyes, I can see his face. It looms out of the darkness at me. His hair is so perfect and coifed, with that damn widow's peak.

I can feel his presence. I can sense him siddling up to me, see his eyes, the way he'd stare at me, his piercing gaze slicing through me, like some kind of accusation.

My throat closes up and I'm scared I'll choke on my own vomit, just at the thought of seeing him.

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