I really didn't, man.
I didn't know why I was standing...hiding...doing whatever in a school I didn't even go to.
I didn't know why I wasn't home with my mum, playing my guitar like a normal, happy kid.
I didn't know why I'd suddenly gotten caught in a street fight earlier.
I didn't know why they'd cut off one of my fingers because I didn't pay them.
And I sure as hell didn't know why the finger stopped bleeding and grew back as I ran away.
But here I was. At a school I didn't know. Near people I didn't know. And staring at my hand like it had exploded.
Maybe I could make it go away, too, I thought vaguely, sure I was dreaming. I focused for a second.
I didn't think it would work.
I screamed, then laughed some, like i was crazy, then screamed again. Okay, I thought between my hysterical laughter, maybe I could get rid of my leg, too.
...
Then, I was falling, suddenly unsteady, and screaming again. And then someone tripped over me. And then they screamed, because they saw my lack of leg. And then I screamed because I saw his lack of hand.
"Holy crap, man, are you alright?!" His hand slowly faded back into existence, and I think I fainted, vaguely aware the my leg still hadn't come back yet.
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My first post! C:
