Ella's POV
Jumpers. Joggers. Jumpers. Joggers. Jumpers. Joggers. Jumpers.
Blankets. Buns. Blanket. Buns. Blanket. Buns. Blankets.
Numbers. Numbers. Numbers. Numbers. Numbers. Numbers. Numbers.
Was all my brain said. Ever. As any teenager does, I took to google about a month ago and below and behold - OCD. Am I surprised? No. No. No. No. No. No. No.
Seven.
Seven was all it took.
Blinking. Blinking. Blinking. Blinking. Blinking. Blinking. Blinking.
Breathing. Breathing. Breathing. Breathing. Breathing. Breathing. Breathing.
Everything. Everything would replay seven times in my head - and if it didn't, I'd make it.
'I hate Tuesdays.'
I said to myself, as my brain replayed 'hate' seven times. Once again.
I was walking to the corner shop, hood up, joggers on, trainers on - and running. Not just physically, but mentally to.
Running. Running. Running. Running. Running. Running. Running.
The rain started dripping, and I smiled. Rain was my favourite thing, and seemed to be the only thing that truly let me have a minute. Took me away from the world. Took me away from my brain. Took me away from my thoughts. Took me away from the reality. Took me away from the continuous number. Took me away from seven. Took me away, from everything.
Nobody seems to like rain, but it's the one thing that makes me relax.
I forgot to mention, I'm 14 - yet the world seems to be against me. The whole wide world - everything, apart from rain.
I contently smiled, continuing walking, getting soaked in the rain. I reached the corner shop and suddenly felt ill. Not any 'I'm ill' sort of ill, but an all too familiar feeling. I concentrated on breathing, trying to stop my hands from shaking. I continued into the shop, ignoring everybody who was walk throughout the isles. Once again focusing on breathing - but trying to stop my legs trembling.
I grabbed some ice, sugar and coffee and rushed to pay at the till. Grabbed a bag, payed, and walked out the door.
Still slightly trembling.
I never understood, I never understood, I never understood, I never understood, I never understood, I never understood, I never understood why my brain would do these weird things. But anyways - here we are I guess.
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