Cameron
Nauseated; a storm of emotions churned in my heart, and suddenly enraged, like a boiling kettle, anger rushed out; clothing my mind and body with its garments. Nasty thoughts filled the crease of my brain, they manifested; silencing the ominous feeling. Stuck with fear and anger, was confounded by the events. This wasn't natural. Helpless, tried to crush or throw his card away, but couldn't; was paralyzed.
'That f***ing bastard, that leech, just you wait! Once I am free, I will screw your piehole!'
People walked past us, with a strange look in their eyes.
Wanted to shout and cry for help, but it's pointless, they won't be able to help, and most probably they will just take me as a mental patient.
And soon, I couldn't control these emotions, like a rushing flood they overwhelmed me, drowning out my true voice. My resistance gone to the passing wind.
A fish out of water, in daze I watched our or their interactions,
