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She just stood there. Breathless. There was a small part of her that was fighting against the total paralysis that held her rooted, but it wasn't strong enough. She felt the warm tears on her face only after they started trickling down her face, the pain felt unreal, like somehow it was something alien squirming inside of her, but at the same time it was integral to her. So much a part of her it was in her core. It was agony, absolute and unequivocal. By any logic it should have torn her apart right there, ripped her to shreds. But it didn't. it was just there and wasn't going away. The small part of her that was still fighting roared pathetically in defiance, Anxiety sneered, completely aware that he was in full control. Lachlan scrunched her eyes closed, making small wrinkles around her eyes, her forehead frowning deeply. She had gotten wrinkles there from the amount of time she spent tensing her brows in thought. The part of her that was fighting was weakening and Anxiety knew it. He tightened his grip and Lachlan found herself falling over into her bed, her breathing erratic, her whole body spasming, the tears going from a trickle to a waterfall. She heard a low keening and realised the sound was coming from her. Somehow, impossibly the pain doubled and time disappeared. She wasn't just crying, she was howling. Her nose clogging up from the strain adding to the breathing difficulty. And then, after what felt like a millenia the pain loosened. Anxiety sneered at her again. "That's what you get." he shrugged as if it was out of his control, giving her a last wink he pulled down his yellow fedora, the red feather gracefully bouncing in the black bound, he turned to walk away. The last thing she saw was the flip of a coin with her face on it, the gentle wooshing as it fell through the air and landed in his palm, the slight derisive chuckle and a whisper of "See you soon." as his black and white shoes made a clicking noise as it hit the cobblestones. Lachlan opens her eyes and takes a long shuddering breath. It was over for now. She didn't have the strenght to move. Her mouth felt dry but there wasn't anything she could do about it right now. She felt cold and exhausted. Her tired eyes closed again and she fell into restless sleep.
(Clumsily written and likely a lot of typos.)
This is part of my project. It's very scary for me to post it, but here goes.
Pain helps. Not the kind where you cut yourself, she didn't like the idea of the scars being therefor the rest of her life. But the pain of having a part of her body pierced by a needle. Putting in a piece of jewlery to fill the piece of ugly. Or having a different type of needle push into her skin fifty times a second to reveal a beautiful image or meaningful words. It was a relief to feel the pain on the outside instead of the inside, and wtch it become something productive, something to serve a purpose. Like a tattoo or a piercing. For the duration of the process she could let the pain wash over her freely, without it breaking her.
Anxiety was grumbling in the back of her mind, it was a loophole he hadn't counted on. Lachlan was more than a little smug about that, and inwardly grinned at him. She might pay for that later, but she didn't care. It was worth it. She mindlessly fiddled with her new piercing while mulling her thoughts over in her head. The bus and Anxiety both jerking her from side to side in the turns. She's on her way home to her tiny flat in the east of town.
As far as capital cities in the world go, Oslo was fairly safe and a good place to live. But the part of town she resided in currently was admittedly, dodgy. She had been pretty sure she had stepped in some blood on her way home the other day. But that might have been Imagination playing tricks on her since she'd been on the phone with her mother some minutes before, she'd been kind enough to inform Lachlan that there had been reports of gunshots in the area Lachlan lived. But she was still convinced it had been blood. Imagination grinned innocently at her while Anxiety scoffs. Norway being a very small country, mostly filled with mountains and forests, has a population of about six million people. And so statistics for things like murder is fairly low. About one point five murders a year in fact. Lachlan takes a moment to wonder how that works before shrugging off the thought.
Anyway, she thinks to herself. Her area of town might be a little dodgy. But it's a place to live. A place that's hers. Blinking she realises two things at once, One, she's not supposed to touch the new piercing and two, next stop is hers. Getting up she makes sure to hols on tight to the handgrips hanging from the ceiling of the bus. The Oslo busdrivers have been known to send little old ladies flying when they realise it's time to push the pedal next to the gas. Grunting a little as the bus jerks to a stop, the brakes whining loudly, like they're really annoyed, she gets out.
The doors squeak shut behind her and the Italian designed bus drives off towards it's next destination. Lachlan wraps her thick brown winter coat around herself and starts making her way down the path towards home, gently avoiding the spot she thought she saw the blood while thinking vaguely of the idiocy of the government getting busses from Italy, which is no where near the same climate, to Norway that has been known to be well below -30 degrees celcius in winter. It's only the beginning of winter now, but she can already feel the rime in her nose from the cold air. Heralding another eight months of cold and darkness.