The Struggle

Everything is getting bigger and bigger, while I'm getting smaller and smaller, being at the mall is too much. My breathing is picking up. I try to count like I've been told, "one..two..three". Eyes, they are all looking at me, "no four..five..six". Laughter echoing my mind, they're laughing at me. I'm making a scene, "seven..eight..nine". Too many people to many faces, I have to escape. I look for the exits there are none. My skin is starting to crawl, seeing all of these different faces. Why are they staring, what is wrong? A door I finally see in the distance. I rush over there as fast as my legs would carry me. Taking note of all the stares I've gathered along the way. I finally make it joy rushes through me, but wait it's locked. "No no no it can't be please let me out" I pleaded at the invisible force. "ten" I barely whispered as a tear slipped from my eye. I take the back of my hand and wiped the tear away, as I turn around to my own personal hell. I slowly walk back into the crowd trying to be as small as possible. I grab my hand and scratch at them cause the red liquid to leak through, but I don't stop. I continued to scratch my hands no caring it is causing me more pain the comfort. I look up every so often trying to find another way to escape. Quickly looking away if I so happened to make eye contact with anyone. I then felt a hand lightly on my shoulder. I look up at the strange man with fear, thoughts going through my mind on how this person was going to get me. This man notices my hesitation and warmly smiles at me. He says his name is Matt and that he saw me freaking out. I slowly nod my head and try to get out of his grasp. He tightens his grip on my shoulder and leans in my ear and whispers " I ain't nothin but a friend trust me." I felt this strange feeling in my gut and something that felt like warm water. To my surprise, I was bleeding but I didn't scream. Nothing came out of my mouth as I fell to the ground. I look around to see nothing but a white space. I was floating, I felt nothing, I was nothing. Gasping I shoot out of my bed looking around. "Just a dream," I told myself. I look at the time one in the morning, it says. Just eight hours until I go to the mall with Matt. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I grabbed my phone and sent a text to Matt, " sorry, I won't be able to make it to the mall with you, I think I caught something." Maybe next time I tell myself, but I know I'm lying again. As I roll over going back to sleep, praying for a better dream.