"Bloody hell..." Bella sighed as she leaned over the side of the barricade, staring at the canal before her. After days of wandering around Amsterdam, she felt no different. It was still: wake up--eat--smoke--walk--sleep--wakeup... She forgot what it felt like to be alive. Inside of her felt wound tightly, like her heart was being held in place by a million tautly-pulled rubber bands. She pinched her forearm, feeling a pain so faint that she could've imagined it. She needed more. She wondered if she'd feel more if she would bash her head against the concrete... or fling herself into the cool water.
"Get a hold of yourself, Bella," she said, smacking the side of her head. "Talking to yourself and hitting yourself?" she heard someone say beside her. Naturally, she turned towards the voice, startled. Defence mode activated. A lanky, blond fellow raised his hands in surrender. He looked harmless, but Bella didn't let down. Fists raised, she glowered at him. "I'm sorry," the guy apologised. "I was just being... friendly? Or well... failing miserably." Bella sighed. Perhaps she felt sorry for him. He seemed nice. But then again... She shook the thought out of her head. "How about we start over," said the guy. He extended his hand. "I'm Luuk. Are you from around here?" Bella backed away from him. She considered answering him, but her heart was starting to race as it did often these days. She turned and ran in the opposite direction, not stopping for even a second until she was back at her hotel suite. She leaned against the inside of her door, sinking down to the floor. Crap... she thought. Just when she thought she was getting better. "What's happening to you, Bella?" she asked aloud. "Are you losing your mind? ...yes... must be."
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