on Tuesday, June 25, 2013

She feels smaller and smaller as the seconds go by. 

She pulls her feet off the floor, bringing her legs closer to her chest.

The room is cold. She is alone.

She hugs her legs closer to her chest and curls into a ball, much like how she’s done whenever she’s scared, nervous, upset, in tears.

She can feel her body trembling yet she does not uncurl herself. She remains that way. Somehow, it makes her feel safer. She’s in her own little ball, her own little world.

She stays that way, waiting for any news from the emergency room. 

image credits to gthegent @ Tumblr


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