That’s the worst part,
in a horrible, no good, very bad way. I’m better than I used to be. Even being in her town, my whole body would react. My heart would beat faster; my body would react as if I were under threat.
I can handle being around her, even. Without my whole body betraying me. But my hands?
My hands still shake sometimes, when something particular happens. Or I lose all feeling. I can’t open things. Sometimes I drop things.
I hate the shaking so much.
“I Must Not Fear. Fear Is The Mind-Killer. Fear Is The Little Death That Brings Obliteration.”
I hate that I lose control.
I cannot control my hands like the Lady Jessica, or her son Paul.
So my hands will keep shaking.