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I am about two and a half feet above the water; I stare at it, and it stares right back at me. My goggles give the water a crystal blue tint that taunts me; the water thinks it is better than I am. From the height of the block, the black tile that runs down the center of every lane appears to me as a runway. The water is not the sole enemy I have in my race, because it is working with the time clock to destroy my race. Right now it is set at 0:00, which seem so empty and heartless. It does not like to feel so hollow, and once it gets to start, it does not want to stop. Somehow the clock has talked to pool into being its partner in crime, and they are both against me. "This is the 50m freestyle. Swimmers, take your mark.." BEEP. My body releases, my legs exploding from their coiled position. My head darts up, my eyes searching for the imaginary hole I am going to slide my body through. Once I find it, my head is tucked between my arms, and my hands and arms stiffen to prepare for the entry into the water. *~*~* Adira is a swimming sensation, a world champion. Everything in her life is perfect, Adira doesn't want anything to change, but perfect is a very strong word... Adira's life starts to crumble down and lay helplessly at her feet and her hopes and dreams are swimming further and further away. What good could Adira do to the world when she's stuck in a wheel chair? But there's one rule Adira lives by; If you believe you will fail, you are 100% correct, but if you believe you're gonna succeed, well you're 100% correct too. Join Adira on a crazy adventure through heartbreak, love and dignity.
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" I scrub and scrub trying to make it go away. I'd happily go back to walking around internally dead than whatever this is. Watching the crimson substance go down the drain and off my skin- out of sight, out of mind, except it's not going away. I hated that pain was temporary but this... this pain I don't want it. I don't want to feel this. Tears begin to well in my eyes making my vision blurry. Weak. Anger surges in my veins and impulsively my fist connects with a tile on the wall of the shower shattering it. This is emotional. I don't do that. I don't do this- I don't cry in the shower. I don't let my emotions dictate my actions I haven't in a long time. It's stupid. It's childish. It's weak. I glance down at my knuckles on my right hand, watching the tiny cuts heal. Shouting, I punch the tile over and over and over again until blood runs down my arm and drips onto the shower floor. I reach my severely broken hand out under the water, momentarily stinging as water hits the open wounds which unfortunately close over seconds later. I crack whatever bones need it, back into place and look around me. The back wall of the shower is destroyed, shards of tile and blood scattered on the floor. As I stand under the scalding hot stream staring into nothing my mind falls silent for a split second. A few seconds of solace until everything comes crashing back. The tightness in my chest and my stomach, the cloudiness in my brain, the anger, the sadness. It all comes back. I sit down away from the shattered pieces of tile, curling my legs up and letting the near boiling water hit my back. There was a feeling of relief in losing everything I was. Whatever it is that has clawed it's way to the surface, I want it gone. I want that relief back. "

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