Emotional Closet Novels & Stories

Chapter: 28 ***** The night he crawled back into the closet changed him. Once again, he knew he had lost that which had drawn closer to his heart. Since Emily, he had made sure to keep that part of himself secured so that he wouldn't have to suffer the loss of another person he had grown fond of and cared for. He thought Kaidën was different, thought what they were starting to develop for one another was precious. He had even gone as far as chaining him up, only to return and find him gone. Once morning came, he crawled out of the closet, seeming to forget all about the previous night.

Mom looked at my closet then, as I had done. “We could always get you something new,” she said. “Maybe you would feel more open to things if you had a new outfit.” Talking like that, it was clear she knew I felt some hesitation about all this. That made me want to open up to her a little more than I had been. I was so tired of bottling everything up. At this point, I felt like all my bottle emotions might just explode out of me and make a terrible mess of things. “Mom,” I said, prepping to ask what I really wanted to know.

He didn't turn when I came in or acknowledged the door, my footsteps, or the small, tentative pause I made just inside the threshold while I figured out what I was doing. He really doesn't want me here, I should go. I thought. I almost left. Standing there in the dark with the city behind him, he looked like someone who had folded in on himself so completely that offering comfort would feel like an intrusion. I had spent exactly no time in my life learning how to walk into a room and make someone's grief smaller. The only thing I learnt was to hide my emotions behind a mask, lest it was manipulated and used against me . I mean, my father never cried in front of me, not once. And my stepmothe

I didn’t want anyone to see me break down, but the pressure of the moment was too great. I hurried away from the hallway, not caring where I was going as long as it was somewhere out of sight. My feet carried me to a nearby storage closet, the small, cramped space offering a semblance of privacy. I yanked open the door and slipped inside, closing it behind me with a soft click.

They did not know the real relationship that was going on between me and my dad because I chose to hide it. I am not to show people my problems. Then I immediately walked into the classroom. As I opened the door and shut it behind me, it felt as if it was a comfort zone for me. Because one step into this empty classroom, and then I’m all breaking down. It’s as if the classroom is just telling me to pour out my emotions to it, and it will be here to comfort me.

Jacob drooped his eyes and straightened his lips. His tone was so close to the absurdity that he said vaguely, "I'm really insane." "…" ‘Yes, you are. However, being splashed in public does hurt self-esteem.’ Ashley didn't know how to comfort him. She walked into the men's clothing store and changed the topic, "Brother, please change it. It's uncomfortable to wear wet clothes." Jacob didn't move. Ashley picked up a hoodie and stuffed it into his hand, "This one."

Until next time you stay girly and I'll stay in the closet awaiting my best opportunity to finally escape. Love, Teagan The Closeted Lesbian

Finally, I removed my clothes and began hanging them up in the closet. I stood there angry, mumbling about how I felt and that I couldn't say or do anything about it all day! The thought of keeping my emotions locked away made me sad—the return of that painful lump developed in my throat again. I wanted to cry, but I had my pride. So I refused to let tears fall again! I had never felt so disrespected in all my life! It hurt that he didn't care a shred about me!

“Yes, of course. It’s Snow” Of course it is, I thought sarcastically. “The password?” “Oh it’s accessible without one” I nodded my head and waited for her to leave. As soon as I heard the door close, I collapsed on the floor of the closet right away. I was barely holding myself together in front of them, it was so exhausting mentally, physically, and emotionally. A swirl of all negative emotions were racing to destroy me, to make me lose my mind and just huddle in the corner of the darkest place I could find inside my head, and just stay there… forever.

My pale face. I looked exhausted and broken. And suddenly something inside me snapped quietly. No. I refused to spend whatever time I had left crying over Vincent Hale. If he wouldn’t come to me emotionally… then maybe I needed to stop waiting for emotions entirely. Slowly, I walked back toward my closet. My eyes finally landed on a tiny pair of shorts hidden near the back and a tube top that exposed almost everything Vincent spent years pretending not to notice. My heart raced nervously while changing into them.