FearFear2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
It is something only I can feel. Hovering over me, like a reaper ready to claim my soul, is an unexplainable fear that makes a feast out of my conscience. The cacophonous cries of laughter among the campers ring as dreadful echoes. It is difficult to focus on what is beyond the hard, concrete floor, for my eyes rarely stray from it. When I did assume the temporary courage to catch a glimpse of the stage, the camp's annual variety show would have intrigued me for only a few minutes. The performers' smiles and enthusiasm and the audience's laughter and claps should have been contagious. Yet, a frown remained on my pale, weary face. A sudden tingle and rapid heartbeat sends my vision back to the concrete floor.
Why isn't this over yet? I think to myself. I want to go home. I hate it here. I am in the midst of an anxiety attack, but it isn't because of stage fright. I have no plans in performing in the variety show. So then, what is it? What is the sole reason that caused me