Emetophobia

violation / trickery / departure / pursuit / unfounded claims / exposure

I forget sometimes what people tell me to do or not do.  What they tell me slips away into the backwaters of my memory where it drowns in all other memories forgotten. 

One of them who came forward looked nothing like the others.  She was dressed in white fluff and smelled clean.  Her eyes were like a child’s.  “I’m in need of assistance,” she said softly.  “I need some help and I think you can help me.”

I fled, I fled so fast that my feet did not feel the ground.  Instead they chafed the cold breeze as my heels vibrated like wings of locusts and dragonflies. 

My feet, wearing their newfound bottomed shoes, pressed gently across the soils as not to wake the men clamoring upwards.  But I still felt a shadow trail at my footsteps that did not feel like my own.  As I walked faster the shadow moved behind me as well, sometimes touching my bare skin with sodden ground.

“I killed the creature that has been plaguing us all,” he cried.  I looked at him in shock, and immediately protested in front of the king.

Everyone then stared through the guise of the false man beside me.  The person, who acted as a substitute for my accomplishments, began to bite his nails in a rampant manner.