#41 in Spiritual 2/3/17.
Religion. It's a big part of you. Some would say that religion is basically who you are.
All her life Amira has been told who she is. What she is.
A Muslim girl.
But the more she learns about her religion the more she r...
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As I sat there many people passed by me, giving me weird looks. Some asked me if I was okay, I nodded to the ones who cared enough to ask. But I was mostly ignored. I don't know how long I sat there for but the sun had come down completely, the night got darker and so much colder. I tried getting up at one point but realized that I literally didn't have the strength to do that at all. So I sat there shivering, pretty sure I've been sitting here for more than an hour now. A part of me never wants to get up. I feel like if I get up, I'll be putting things into motion.
I'll have to start living this life again, this life that I want nothing to do with. It's crazy to me how everyone has something. Seid has Arden's suicide. Khadija has running away from her parents, Scarlet has her abusive dad. All these things were something they went through but my 'something' is what I go through on a daily basis.
"There you are," I'm pulled out of my reverie by Jared who's standing over me looking pissed but relieved. "Where have you been?" he roars.
"Here?" I answer.
"You ruined my night, get up," he says, ever so charmingly. Sarcasm.
"How did I ruin your night?"
"We've all been looking for you for ages."
"Why?" I ask, confused.
"Because you've been missing," he yells loudly like he's talking to an imbecile.
"I've been here for like an hour, what's the big deal?" I ask.
"Oh my God you've been gone for like four hours you stupid shit," Jared glares at me, "It's nine o'clock."
"No way," I don't believe it, I couldn't have been sitting here for that long.
"Yes way, now get up and come to your room," He takes his phone out of his pocket and starts texting, probably telling everyone he found me.
"I can't," I tell him.
"Have you gotten hypothermia or something?" Well I didn't even think about that, I'd gotten so used to the cold.
"What do you mean Amira?" He's clearly losing his patience.
"I can't get up," I explain to him how I injured my foot. The cyclist injured my foot.
"Dumb ass cyclist," He mutters, finally something we both agree on, "Here," he offers me his arm and I grab it as he pulls me up with his free hand.
"Wait," I tell him and try to bend down to get my heels but he stops me before I can and grabs them for me.
"Let's go," he put my arm around his shoulder and starts walking, supporting half my weight like it's nothing.
We finally reach my room and he deposits me on to my bed and sits on the foot of the bed furiously typing on his phone.
