MomentStop.Moment by OpenCagePoetry
There's no reason to speak.
Just enjoy this moment,
and look into each others' eyes.
The Departure I was studying my hands, which were tied in front of me for the time being. They were bloodied from struggling when I went through an episode. I was fine at the moment, but I had a headache and I felt like I'd go through an episode any minute. I wondered about Party, or Ellie. They didn't visit me much.The Departure by CuriousIntentions
Poison Kiss walked into the room, fidgeting with a knife in her belt. She was up to something, because she was never armed when she was around me.
"How're you feeling?" She asked, she sounded as concerned as she always was. Although, as concerned as she may sound, I could tell there was something in her eyes. Upon closer look, she was obviously nervous.
"Peachy." I balled my hands together to form a fist, I didn't like seeing her upset every time I mentioned how much pain I wa
RecoveredAfter years of battling mental illness, sprained wrists and fractured ankles, I was back. Nicknamed The Powerhouse, my robust thighs were known for forcefully vaulting me into the air, and yet also reliably catching me on my way down. They didn't think I would make a comeback, I was certain of this. I was certain of something else, though, which contradicted their gossip; that I'd be ready to compete at this year's Regional Championships.Recovered by fadingandfloating
I've spent the last week preparing for my arrival in Detroit, Michigan a city well known in its figure-skating excellence. The training regime, of course, was intensified; the stress level, amplified; and the anxiety, distended.
Months of training aside, however, all too quickly we parked the car, difficultly, in the over-crowded arena lot and before I knew it, I was striding through the door with my head held high, feigning confidence, in preparation for my last practices.
A few late-night practice sessions and cups of caffei