Willing herself out of the reverie she had just awaken from a while ago, she tried to focus her mind on her upcoming lessons.
" Release clutch, break till the car is sufficiently slow then clutch in and break... Turn when your shoulder is inline with the curb..." she murmured quietly. Increasing her pace, she started into a slow jog, feeling every sound in the world around her fading into the distant. The only sounds she heard were the heavy thud of her blood pumping and the words she had been reciting till they became a chant.
Time seemed to pause at every syllable.
Perhaps,she thought, Einstein wasn't kidding about the theory of relativity. Everything in the world was relative. Short, Tall, Fat, Slim, Rich, Poor- The Haves and the Have-nots.
Flicking her tongue across her lips, she felt the flakes of torn skin, caked with blood and immediately, the temptation to chew on it overwhelmed her like a crashing wave. Before she knew it, there was the salty taste of blood in her mouth and the familiar sting that once was pain, but now is nothing but a comfortable refuge from anxiety and fear.
How many times has she returned back to something that hurt her in order to hide from what might hurt? Too many, she thought, like there are stars in the sky and hairs on her head. Trying to comfort herself, she thought of the many people out there who do that on a daily basis. "It's a way of survival, a way to keep your sanity", she argued.
Still, she wondered how many more secrets she had kept buried, so deep that even she may never know. She knew that there was someone else who knew too. Someone who knew her most intimate secrets, from the day she was formed till the day she dies.
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certain quotes from certain places..
"Blessed is the man who perseveres under trials because when he stood the test, he will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love Him." James 1:12
"Oh, nothing can happen more than once,
But all things must happen one day
Over hill and dale, over wood and stream,
My dying voice will blow away... " The Neverending story
"Walk by Faith, Not by sight" 2 Corinthians 5:7
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