Needful Obsession

Where is it!?!

He couldn't sleep without it.

He had to have it.

Anxiety crawled up in him, poisonous, with itchy legs.

Fire burned in his belly. His face felt feverishly hot.

Someone would pay!

Someone had taken what he needed.

The angry tears were close, threatening to seep out at any moment as he went from room to room.

His head whipping around on ball bearings as he searched.

The walls came closer. The ceiling lowered.

His face was full on red as huffs of anxious air came from his lungs up through his throat and out of his mouth

He took the stairs quickly, sliding several times on the polished wood, saving himself from a nasty tumble by gripping the banister just in time.

Voices.

Voices!

Laughing, while his anxiety reached a fevered pitch.

The voices ceased when he barged into the room.

His fists bawled at his sides, mouth screwed up in frustration.

All eyes were upon him and the curiosity in their stares made his anger come forth like a flaming sword.

"Where is it!?!"

A finger pointed to the chair...and there it was... 

His teddy bear.

©Jess Wylder