A/N: Because apparently I can't write anything longer than a one-shot. Oh, and I can't write anything before 11pm either :)
The floor is cold beneath my feet, sweat beads on my face and my stomach twists itself into terrified knots. I have no choice but to take a step forward, leading me closer and closer to the inevitable.
Each passing second makes the situation more and more dire. This can't be happening, why would she do this to me? I can't handle it; I'm not strong enough. I bid myself to be strong and clench my hands around the burden I've been forced to bear.
"Next, please." I hear, pleasantly, as if the person has no idea the torment I'm being put through, as if she doesn't understand that my heart is about to burst. It's over, I'm done, my worst fear has come true.
My mum didn't return before I got to the front of the line at the shopping center.