Misoa

She was fine. The phrase was mumbled and reiterated continuously as if it was infinitely echoing off of the walls. The room was sickeningly bright and cheerful for its purpose. Frames filled with encouraging messages and cute images adorned the pasty yellow walls. A poster of smiling elderly couples that were supposedly thrilled about their healthcare fought against its weakening adhesive to stay on the wall opposite of where I sat. She had been just fine. Yes, she had been just fine. She was happy and cheerful; I could still hear the remnants of her laughter.  As I sit in a chair hunched over, holding my head, numerous people c

I just stood there. I looked into his eyes and he looked into mine, except he was searching for something, something that I'd spent the better part of twenty-one years hiding from everyone, even myself. My arms came across my waist in a feeble attempt to shield myself from his eyes, my last resort in staying hidden, in keeping everything in the dark. "Why won't you just go away? Why can't you just leave?" I said the words with much more courage than I had. "Why can't you just see the truth?" He challenged. Any response or witty comeback that I'd had was knocked out of me. My arms tightened around myself as I struggled to regain my composur