Counting.

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One, two, three, four. When I don’t know what to do, I count. I am always seeming to find myself counting. Five, six, seven, eight. I also always pace my room, counting and moving objects into their proper place. Nine, ten, eleven, twelve. I counted when they were kicking me. And throwing words at me. And when I was reading their notes. Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen. I used to not count. When I was younger. That was Before though. Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. Kids are mean and so are adults. The world is mean and accidents happen. Bad things happen to good people. Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four. I have never told anyone of how I count. I fear of the hurt it may bring me. Not everybody counts. I’m not sure if many people count at all. Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight. I count much faster when I’m in elevators. And when I’m around people. But also when I am afraid of my own hands. Twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two. Counting is needed. So is the word ‘no’, but people never seem to listen. I was counting when my trust was misplaced. And also afterwards I ran out of the house half dressed and very bruised. Thirty-three, thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-six. This time I’m counting objects though. Because there is only so much counting one person can do in their life. Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty. I am done counting now. I swallow them in two handfuls, draw a bath, and finally stop counting.