‘Don’t get mad when I pull a you on you!’ I said.
She stormed out of the room, slamming the door with her attitude.
Burning streams of guilt mixed with justice dripped down my neck and arms, swelling and pulsing my veins. My tense chest amplified the beat of unsettling heart as if it was on its limit.
I threw my heavy body into the chair with a deep echoing sigh. Soft cushion helped with lifeless lending. My head tipped back, piercing its neck into the rough and bony back of the wooden chair.
Shadows from this side of the house covered my skin with goosebumps as the wind leaked through an opened window.
Silence spoke annoyingly into my ears with its drums, biting on my moral codes and empathetic nerve. My relaxed wet cheeks formed a frown. I didn’t know what to do with that alien pain.
Every Saturday I write a piece of Flash Fiction and I try to describe how the world looks and feels through Highly Sensitive Person’s eyes.
This time I thought it would be interesting to write how it feels to sense someone else’s pain, even if it was uncalled for. A lot of the time highly sensitive people are empaths, meaning that they feel other’s pain as their own. But, sometimes their highly sensitive nature makes it difficult to distinguish emotions and feelings of other people from their own.
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