From My Mind to Your Screen: The Fight

THE FIGHT 

by Jessica Gonzalez Ferrer

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I walk out the door. I don't even look back. Not sure I can. Not sure I want to. 
I walk. I walk. ​

I look up at the half moon. Cloudy skies, but still I can see it. I see a star. Just one. 
I lean against a pole that holds both a stop sign and the street name. One I cannot remember. I just know that I breathe. I can breath the fresh breeze. Not too cold. Not hot at all. Just right.
Cars drive by. 
A plane flies through the clouds. Still close enough. Right above me.

Slowly. I walk. 
Faster. I walk faster to the beat of the music playing at the beat of my hearts emotions. 
I got this. I am strong. 
I walk back. 
I walk back in the direction I walked away from. 
Here I go. 
I’m afraid. 
It’s so free out here. 

The breeze in my face… my hair blows back, away from my face. 

​It feels so good. So free. 
I’m afraid. 
If I go back in, when will I come back out? 
I walk. I keep walking toward that door. 
I look down. Slow down. 
But then I keep walking. 
I see light ahead, and the door I’m walking past on my right, the light is off. 
I walk toward the light.
I stop one foot in front and the other heading back. 
I look left and look right. 
I turn my foot looking ahead around, to match the other. 
One foot behind the other I walk… and turn. 
I look at the door. Here I come. 
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It’s warm inside.