“Ready for what?”
“Ready to live on my own!”
I fall to my knees. The maroon carpet stabs at my skin. My hands are shaking. Now my head. I begin convulsing on the ground. Falling. I kick my legs out. My knees lock. I'm shaking still. My chest burns with such ferocity. My neck whips to the left, then right. My jaw slams open. Locks. I feel warm tears running down my cheeks. I can't do anything about them. They cool into a watery crust. I continue shaking. I flail my arms. My fingers drum on the ground. I can't control my own body.
“Stop fighting me!”
I roll onto my stomach. My left leg twists out of its hip socket.
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