The Story Corner

She stood right at the edge, peeking over anxiously. It was a such long way down, but she could just about see the ripples of the water at the bottom of the deep chasm. She felt like her whole body was trembling with nerves. This moment had been coming closer and closer, the anticipation of it building more and more, the need for it was so great, the pressure in her heart was now nearing the point of unbearable. She knew she had to take the leap, even though the thought of it made her feel sick.

I can't breathe. I'm stuck. It has me surrounded and no matter where I turn, there is no escape. My head hurts and my eyes sting, my heart aches from the pressure of it all. I'm spinning and spinning and I'm losing control.

She screwed up her nose as she leaned in closer to stare at herself in the mirror. She looked at the wrinkles that formed around her eyes and on the bridge of her nose and considered that perhaps it was an improvement. She sighed and relaxed her face, maintaining her hunched up posture as she continued to examine her features. She felt herself cringe internally as she pinpointed the parts of her appearance that she wished she could change on the spot. Her mouth was wonky. Her bottom lip was slightly further to the left than the top, so when she had her mouth closed, it just all looked slightly off balance. She attempted a small smile but stopped almost immediately. She didn’t like the way it made her fatty, rosy cheeks puff up so much. Not to mention her awful teeth with their weird shapes. She’d recently noticed that she possessed a slight under bite, and now she couldn’t stop noticing it.