My…, let’s call it “Anima” for lack of a better word, steps in and takes over. 

My mind has divided itself into two extremely distinct parts. There is the emotional me. The side that feels and always over-reacts. The part that cries, and shakes, and breaks down into a hundred million pieces, waiting, begging, hoping that someone else will come by and pick up the pieces of what was once my simple world.

Then there is the “anima”. The pragmatic dry voice that views all that is happening and reminds my body that we have been through this before. Been through this and more. The part that snickers and rolls its eyes at the fools who can’t see how easy it is to manipulate them. 

But my emotions feel the adrenaline coursing through my body. The tightening of the vessels within my heart. The lack of oxygen within my lungs. The freezing of nerves as my body refuses to move, to get out of the way.

Then my Anima looks on with scorn. You see the way out, you idiot. Get off your ass and get a move on it. This whole “oh my God, I’m about to die” routine is so old. 

And so, I get off my ass, and step out of the way of that bus that seems to be getting around a lot today. Just who the hell is driving that thing.