Sometimes when I get so angry I think the whole world is out to get me. I see the red and I know what I’m about to say or do I will regret.

My words are knives, drawing blood as soon as they leave my lips. I know that when this happens the world falls still. Like I was watching a film and pressed the pause button. The people stop moving, the chatter the ceases. The fabric of time utterly interrupted.

Every so often I wonder if I’m crazy, if this is meant to be a curse?

Most of the time I know it to be a blessing. I calm down. I breathe and think. So when eventually the world starts again, I can speak without anger. It helps me a lot.

One day a few weeks ago, I was thinking about it and I realized this has only been happening for 3 years. Why did it start and how am I doing it? Usually, I ignored these thoughts and go about my day. Today it’s different though. It was a normal morning. I had just stopped at the cafe I always go to and gotten my usual drink when a familiar hush fell over the room. I frowned. _What the heck???_

_I’m not even talking to anyone_. I was so confused. I waited there, sipping my coffee pondering my life existence, when suddenly the door swung open.

I shot upright from the slouched position I was in and sighed with relief. At my first glance the world had started again but then I realized that the talking had not returned and the only person moving was the man who had opened the door, now making his was towards me. I ran my heads down my tight braid- a nervous habit- and glare at the man. “Who are you?” My voice echos and it feels like I’m shouting into an endless void. A hole of dark foreboding nothingness. He tells that who he is none of my concern. Then to my great dismay he says that i will no longer experience time stopping and that I have gotten the easy way out far to longer. Then he disappears just as quickly as he came, bring the silence with him.