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(*My original story. Steal and die.*)





There it is. Pale and ugly. Waiting to be noticed. If it does anymore strenuous work, the scar will open up and bleed all over again. The tiny uneven dots from the stitch job adorn it like a painful memory. It was a painful memory. But I’m fine. I’m alive, which is more than I would have thought almost a year ago.

It’s at rest now, beating ever so slowly. Rhythmically. Steadily. Yes cautiously, ready for anything to happen. It sees and hears through me, guiding me away from hurt. But even the most cautious can’t catch everything.

We started walking a bit faster, curious as to what life had in store, but still tentative. Next we’re jog enjoying the nice cool feeling of the slight breeze against us. We break into a run. We’re only looking at the current pleasure it brings. There’s a bump in the road. We trip and fall. It’s pumping too fast. It’s working too hard. The thin scar tissue tears. I can feel the blood come out. Internal bleeding. We get up and pretend to be ok. Hobble away. Stitch the pain away. Why make them worry?

It beats erratically. Franticly. It’s harder to breath. The stitches won’t hold. I need something stronger. Until then, only I will know the internal bleeding of my heart.