dissociation | z.m.

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"And there I was facing my opponent with outstanding tears, as if it was the last helpful thing I would do in my life. And maybe it was. I could see a few strands of her long blond hair covering part of her delicate face.

She was already covered by the blood that dripped from her eyebrow, trying to control her breathing as she stared at me with deep brown eyes full of anger, something that I swear to have seen on another occasion. In someone else. I felt her abdomen up and down gasping below my legs as I tried to stay focused to not give up everything and put everything to lose.

Weak.

With difficulty I noticed my forearm on her thin and sweaty neck as now were my blond strands falling on her face and fumbled my blurred vision, not only because of the hair on my face but also by my teary eyes. All the effort of years of preparation and training was for that? My glance went straight where my coach and ,-as ironic as it was-, my brother was screaming my name untiringly.

"Finish! It's your chance!"

I really was not listening when I glanced outside the ring and wished I had not done it when my eyes crossed with him. I could not do that to him, I could not do that to me, I could not do that with my exhausted opponent under me and that's when I returned my gaze to her.

Her

The one I feared my whole life and was now on my control. I was fighting with myself, I was fighting with my sister - or what was left of her."

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So, here's the thing: I'm brazilian. Which means that english is NOT my native language. If you read this and there's any mistake, please, tell me so I can fix that.

I posted this history because my teacher forced me. Kidding.

It was a project to school and she said that it was good and I should post it. So I did. I hope you all like it.

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