Literature
Pandora's Box
" Morning, sweetie. Get up."
But I couldn't move.
His gaze burned.
His weight pinned me down.
I was left here, lying.
Pretending to face the ceiling instead of looking in his eyes.
He was invisible to everyone else, but I sensed him as if he was real.
-In my dream, so had it been.-
I didn't need to meet his gaze. It burned and it was a deep descent in an unknown abyss.
If I fell inside, it would have been the end of me.
I would have been his.
He would have been mine.
And this time, no escape.
"Dear? Wake up, you have to leave in an hour
"
Tap, Tap.
"Coming, mom." I called softly.
Then I balled my fists.
And spat it out