The silence was defining. She tried to ignore the fact that everyone stopped talking to listen to her speak. It didn't make sense really. No one else had managed to cause such undivided attention and it wasn't as if you had raised her voice and commanded it. She said her peace with a stutter her or there. Then everyone went back to what they were doing.
Things continued like she had never opened up her mouth, just as it should have. Unfortunately it was not that easy for her. The anxiety and discomfort attacked like a tidal wave. The desire to up and run were overwhelming. Somehow she managed to keep the desire to evacuate at bay. But the fear that her discomfort was plain as the freckles on her cheeks tugged at her.
As everyone finally began to disperse and she found herself able to escape, the fear and anxiety remained well intact. A string of profanity directed at herself spewed from her lips as she sat behind the wheel of her car. It had been sometime since she had felt this intensity and the need to push it out of herself through cursing. She was lucky in that though the words always erupted with little control to stop them, they always bided their time until she was away from others.
She feared the day that she would not have that control.
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