"One, two, three, four..." she counted as her small pale fingers quivered, "Five and six" she let out a large exhale, "There and six blue cars, today will be an awful day" she anxiously spoke. "Three more red cars today then yesterday, that's good..." she trailed off noticing she stepped on a crack, "I was right, if there were to be more Blue cars today then I would not have stepped on this crack" she spat and retraced her steps.
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-Story based off of a girls life long struggle with OCD and Schizophrenia.
-First Person point of view.
TRIGGER WARNING