Man-Lift (pt. 6)

Avatar Author: StudMuffin (LoA) I'm 20. I live in Hastings, UK. Uhhh I'm going to school for illustration, but sometimes I just, like, love writing. Back when I was 15, I was a member of this site in it's earliest days and I stopped using it after ... Read Bio

I laugh. I laugh as hard as I can, until I cry. I laugh until there are tears pouring down my face, and there is a puddle underneath me. And then my shoulder flies out of control, and the knife goes with it. I twitch to the side, and the knife goes flying into my wall. There it stays, stuck still.

I continue to convulse, my shoulder becomes it’s own entity, moving separately from the rest of my body. I hurriedly grab my pills and, spilling them on the floor, manage to put two in my mouth.

Minutes pass and the seizure has stopped.

I concentrate on the knife. I force all of my brain power onto it, and am rewarded with nothing but a headache.

I can’t do it.

I can never reach my full potential.

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  1. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    Wow, that went from silly to really sad and tragic, a power and capability tantalizingly close but still completely out of reach. Harsh.

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