Snippet #2532316

All at once, my judgement seemed to clear up once more, the curtain that had fallen in my mind vanishing. There was something in his voice, a twisted calamity that warned of nothing auspicious. He turned away from me and I followed immediately after, a lump in my throat, gritty and raspy like sandpaper. 'Stop,' I muttered in the lowest voice, barely audible even to myself. 'Stop,' I repeated louder, grasping at his arm, sliding myself between him and the wall, my fingers clasped around his fist. His knuckles were reddened and there were a couple scratches on his fingers. I felt exhausted. 'Stop,' I said a third time, not entirely sure what I was talking about.
I let the silence reign in the otherwise empty room, words unspoken thudding in my head. When I did open my mouth to speak, my voice did not sound like my own. 'I wish you did. It's easier to push you away if I am convinced that you do.' I let go of him and let my back slouch against the wall, looking down at my feet, my head feeling too heavy on my shoulders. The loud ringing if a headache. Great. A smile curled up the corners of my lips, slowly, a chuckle, harsh, ripped out from my throat. 'And now what?'