Did you know, when somebody dies the bacteria inside of their body, begins to eat them from the inside out, in about three days.
Three days can be spread out over a lifetime, or compacted into a small minute feeling of uncomforting reality.
Three days can be a long time.
Three days can be instantaneous.
If you break down every day into hours, you get 24.
A lot can happen in those 24 hours.
A lot can happen in 1 hour.
But what happens when you completely block out any set of hours throughout your life?
It's done all the time. People don't want to remember a certain interaction, so they drop the memory from it. The ability, or sometimes downside of this, means you can piece together your own versions of things that happen to you. To an extent.
I'm not entirely sure what happened over the past three days. But.. /today/ isn't a good day.
Wednesday
With extreme force, she cried out in anger. "You need me!!" With a voice that sounded like nails on a chalk board, sounded nothing like the millions of times it had soothed me into the darkness. I lifted my foot, forcing something that weighed almost a million pounds to me, and slammed it into the mirror in front of me, shattering it into a thousand pieces that glittered like fresh snow, slowly chunks had grown, and she crawled out.
She was pale, weak, I was winning this round... she wouldn't be able to drag me down again.
She slowly picked up the piece she crawled out of, Ana looked down at it and back to me, she knew she was losing. She was losing me.. I was done. She tilted her head softly, and I turned from her, moving to dive further, take out the rest.. But she wasn't done.
My skin ignites as the makeshift blade gets dragged down my back, ripping me open before the skin over grows itself again leaving a nasty scar amongst the rest, in an instant, I've turned around, grabbing a shattered left over mirror off the ground and slamming it into the hollow neck of the image in front of me.
She lets out a shriek before diving back into the shattered fragment in my hand, leaving me to look down at it, and grin, I had finally won. I looked ahead, knowing this wasn't the last battle.
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Reflections
Non-FictionBuy the book on Amazon! - https://goo.gl/d7yGbz Camille is a sixteen year old girl with the heart of a lion, the only problem? She's anorexic, top that with severe anxiety, and a dying boyfriend, and that's where we find her. Struggling to find her...
