Vile Thoughts of Disgust

This is my own entry for my contest, so that you can get an example of what I was thinking for this contest. It obviously won’t be considered to the contest, Handicap Writing Contest - Fan Fiction Only.

I’m handicapped and ashamed of my tiny self, especially considering my tough incredible past that makes me look towards the future reluctantly.

The future is now, as I’m sitting at my doctor’s waiting room, and that’s exactly what I’m doing: waiting… for my doctor to call me, for another of our weekly appointments, though the time I spent in here can only be classified as endless and useless for hours of that: waiting. I feel abused by all that time, as it had never helped me – in fact, it has only made me think worse things about my handicap.

There's also this new fear I created inside of my mind. I developped a terrible and unexplainable phobia to mirrors and I tend to avoid everything that might show me my reflection. I simply can't look at my handicapped self in anything, I freeze at my image. Or at what's left of my image, since I feel nothing more than just a part of me floating on Earth because of Gerard's love. That's actually what keeps me from dying: Gerard's love, and my dedication for that love.

49 Paragraphs.
Word count: 5.707 words.