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My mother began to cry as we left Dr. Briar's office. Nothing dramatic, just small tears and shallow breaths that made it past the chaos in her head. Irremediable. Her hand was squeezing mine so hard that it hurt, but I understood. Through the crowds of the city and the subway, she held me and only let go when we stood before my room. I took a big step to avoid the bleached spot on the floor, lay on the bed, and shut my eyes. The door closed, and I could hear her slump against it. Sobbing. Sadness welled up in me as I reached out into the darkness behind my eyes with my hurting hand. They coalesced from the shifting haze and flashes, reaching for the pain in my fingers and my soul, tearing it away, but it just whetted their appetite. They turned towards the door, lusting for the sensation that lay behind, and it took all of me to hold them back. All of me and the promise of another sacrifice. #writing #microfiction #tootfic #smallstories