![]() AgoraphobiaA Story by IAmGhost120![]() A woman who fears the outside world searches for what she needs in order to start anew and leave her fear behind.![]() It began
when she found herself unable to sleep at night. The minutes once reserved for slumber soon
became devoted to pacing the halls relentlessly, wearing patches through the
dingy carpet. She wanted
to leave, she wanted out. But each time
her hand reached for the door, she faltered.
Was it doubt that restricted her?
Doubt in herself, in the outside world?
Or was it something else? Was it
fear? And so she
remained indoors, secluded in her quiet enclave, untouched by time. And each day she would sit by the window and
stare out through its locked pane, wondering when she would be free of
herself. She wanted her life back,
lonely though it’d been. But where was
the impetus? Night fell
once more, and her futile restlessness to do
something once again drove her to pacing the halls. It led her to the door, where she was once
again yanked back by the other “her” " by that fear deep inside. It was only
after her fifth round past the window that she saw him. A man in a black coat, a scarf the colour of
roses. He was silent and still, standing
in the neglected driveway and staring at her with deep dark eyes. For the
first time in a while, she ran to her bed and sat beneath the covers. He frightened her, this man. She was scared of being pulled in. She was scared of the things he stood for. She found
that she was tired, and she slept. She woke
abruptly and scuttled to the window. He
was gone. She lay on her back to stare
at the ceiling. It was
atrocious!! Webs hung from every corner,
dust coated every surface. Things were
strewn about the floor and haphazardly heaped high. The house smelled " an animal’s scent, the
scent of something trapped, the scent of a stagnant life. The carpet was filthy and covered in crumbs. She
rose. It seemed as though the walls had
constricted, as though the lights had dimmed.
It seemed that she was suddenly suffocating in the life she’d made " a
life which no longer seemed safe. The
restless longing flared up higher this time and she flew for the door just as
the feeling passed. She was flung back
once again and weeping, she fled. But a flash
of red y the window caught her eye. It
was he, the man in black, standing among the dried-up vines and staring with
soulful eyes. And she saw herself,
reflected, unable to protest the pull.
The desire to do something
returned and propelled her forward towards the window and the man. She put her
hand to the glass and met his gaze. Slowly, he
pulled the worn leather glove from his right hand and placed it upon the window,
slim fingers extended. She saw in
him the impetus, the holt she needed to shed her prison " to leave her ruined
life and start anew. And as he watched
in quiet approval, palm still pressed to the glass, she walked to the
door. Turned the knob with a steady
hand. Pushed, and breathed for the first
time. If only we
could all be as lucky. © 2012 IAmGhost120Author's Note
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2 Reviews Added on August 18, 2012 Last Updated on August 28, 2012 Author![]() IAmGhost120AboutSo. You wanna know stuff about me, huh. Well, I'm a human, and I'm alive. I live on Planet Earth, which is in the Milky Way, and I live on a large landmass surrounded by ocean. I have a nose, two .. more..Writing
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