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Remember when you scraped your knee for the first time. You were 10 and you had just learned to ride the bike. It was the second time you got to ride it alone without your dad holding the handle bars for you, guiding you smoothly. So you peddle faster, loving that wind in your hair and soaking in the overwhelming feeling of independence.
And then you fall. Your knee busts open and blood is everywhere. You're alone and you're not sure if you should pick up your bike, dust the dirt off your bleeding knee and walk home or just sit there and cry hoping your dad will hear you, pick you up and make everything better.
Yesterday in choir we played an ice-breaking game where we had to say our name and tell everyone about our favorite scar. The first time I busted my knee open, it felt like the most painful in the world. But of course, I've hurt myself more than once in my life and the more times I end up injuring myself, the pain seemed to lessen.
The truth is, I am numb. It feels like there's a constant form of drug that sedates pumping, into my body and through my veins. I don't feel pain-- not in any form.
I saw your picture with another girl and all I didn't feel anything. I was partially disappointed, yes but I didn't feel any pain. You can try your best to hurt me but I assure you, I won't feel a thing.
You're like my first busted knee. I've cried and ached and screamed in silence so many times over you that my body voluntarily does not feel anything towards anything you do anymore. I'm immune to your disease.
There's the scab that you may try to pick from time to time but it will heal and it will make the bleeding stop. Nature works that way.
Granted there will be a scar and it won't be pretty but hey, it will make a hell of a good story.
