The tender release of her mattress implants a handprint. A quick and shallow breath escapes her and she cups her hand over her mouth and light switch controlled by her flimsy fingers click on and off rapidly. Another thought. Another short circuit. Mira had had only the slightest clue of her severe OCD. Another thought. Another scream. Her small family had known the drill, and had known to let her be. Another impulse. Another tear. If only the hour had gone longer.
A trashed room meant nothing to her as her mind was forcefully focused onto the one most painful thing to her, just like that movie she saw. That character. He didn't have the same disorder as her. What was his name? Barnes, Bucky. Forcefully focused on words, words, and more words until it drove him to the point of having impulses to harm the ones he loves, maybe even doing so.
Scared, she sat on her fluffy mattress with scattered blankets. Shaking, she laid down, trying her damn well best to distract herself from her own harmful thoughts. Another deep breath. It was over for now. She silently got up and went downstairs, touching whatever she could to save her from slipping from the grips of reality again.
She grabbed... something. Whatever it was would help her. She sat on her bed and started eating this food, turning on her television from what looked like the early 2000's. She stopped dead eating the snacks, and counted her fingers, over and over. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. 1... 3? 7, 8, 9, 10. She curled her hands and shook her head, and got back in the swing of things. She was ok.
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Broken Chaos
RomanceChaotic tendencies. Responsibility. Meltdowns. She wants to return the favor of him being there. His touch resets her, as if magic. But how much longer until they part ways, and he is no longer her muse?
