Three Years Ago.
Help me!.
My gaze screams,the churning butterflies of doom swirling in my tummy.
Execution.
I'll pick that over this any day, anytime, anything but this.
Honestly I always prided myself in being able to keep under control, I may have anxiety yes , but it's always been behind the scene sometimes I forget it myself,
Get me an arm to latch unto and walk with wherever I go and I'm fine, cool, calm and collected.
Get me headphones,they don't have to be playing music, although I would greatly appreciate if they did, but the point is pretending like I'm too busy to be approached has always been bliss.
And I can't deny the power surge music gives me, you know the feeling like you're the main character in some music video
Yeah that.
Unfortunately I can't seem to find my permanent fix, listen to it three or two times and the rhythm and blues gets boring.
Oh yeah
Get me a bag to hold unto,an alternative to the metonymic arm, something to wring my hands around when I'm silently loosing my mind from the stares, nothing freaks me up like when I'm empty handed in the midst of humans,
Like what do I do with my limbs!!
And last but certainly not the least,
A pair of glasses, the magic of the Lens I call it, it may be a personal thing but I feel unseen when I have one on
Like they can't see me directly
Only a layer of me
So when they demand eye contact I can actually hold bearing in mind that that can't see me.
Unfortunately or fortunately I've never needed to own a medicated glass despite all of my birthday wishes spent on wishing I had a eye deficiency,
The eye deficiency?
It's only restricted for the people my father loves.
Just joking.
And soo in all of the decade and a year to a half I've spent alive
That's how I've coped.
Nothing though could have prepared me for the abrupt change in my life,
Suffering for another person's mistake,
Uprooted forcefully from my socials because of an alliance with a person who did the wrong thing.
Where did it go wrong,
Where did I ever go wrong,
What did I ever do to deserve th-,
Okay I'm just being dramatic.
A sharp swerve to the right disrupts my inner turmoil and my head lifts of the glass window and bangs back harshly.
"Sorry, Miss Dorothy". My eyes catches his through the rear view mirror and with my right hand raised rubbing at my sore temple, my left hand gifts him a thumbs up and a smile.
"How much farther are we Mr Alfred"I ask but he doesn't get to respond or I don't hear him because all that piques my attention is the gate.
The entrance into a new world.
The silver brass gate stands tall and proud, visually indestructible, it's intricate details gleaming in the light, the gate owning sharp thorns at the height of it, filed to perfection, the picture of a body going through it flashes through my mind, the length of each thorn reducing as it cascades, the gate's entire silver framework whispering elegance, sophistication and refinement but above all this what catches my attention is the schools emblem prominently displayed smack bang in the center, the institutions crest and motto sat beneath it.
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