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I don't consider myself average by any means. I'm clearly exceptional. I was the best athlete on my swim team and track team in college, and not just by a small margin. I was ten times the superstar that anybody else was. Not that it mattered.
None of that ever mattered for some reason... Winning, school, sports... It wasn't about achievement. It wasn't my life dream. It was more of a distraction.
...Though it doesn't change the fact that I was the best.
I mean, sure, okay, I've been in therapy a few times. Who the hell hasn't these days? They tell me I'm fine and just have some anger issues. Though they also say that I might someday scrounge up some "false memories" and have visions or something. I say those crackpot school psychologists are hiding something from me. I feel like a giant chunk of my life has been removed.
...Maybe that's how I wanted it, though. Hell, that's probably why I started seeing the therapist in the first place. Not that I can remember details like that. I don't remember much... Just school, swimming, and running.... lots of running...
What the hell am I running from?
Something isn't right in this city. ...I'm not right. I need to pack my stuff up; it seems I'm not done running.
I'll keep running off into the night, trying to find what I was running from in the first place.
I've come to this canyon outside of the city a few times before. The mountains calm me for some reason. Plus there are a lot of small ravines scattered around the area; sprinting across them is good training for me.
.... I guess I miscalculated that jump this time...
I hit my head. I had to have. It's pounding so hard, the pain is almost blinding. I can see, though. This isn't the canyon.... This isn't that city... How the hell did I get into a forest? The place I live has never been this green. It's gotta be a dream or... an illusion or something. I'm hallucinating?
...That damn psychologist told me I might have visions...
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