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[CONTENTID2]Seoul, 2011[/CONTENTID2]

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I look at the skies, And I see a million reasons to keep on fighting.

-Jihan Moiad- [/CONTENTID3]

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-Play Jenifer Lopez On the Floor- The loud music boom fills the crème themed bedroom. The screeching sound of a shoe falls into a rhythmic beat with the songs. Her moves are precise. She kills every beat with her killer move. Her shoulder length raven hair bounces gracefully; contrast to the fast beat of the music. She tries to let go of everything through her dance. Her worries, her pain, and her sorrows. She wants to let go of everything in this short moment.

Until she can’t go on.

She speeds up, following the beat of the music. The feeling of euphoria fills her. It’s the only time she feels alive and free. It’s intoxicating. It’s addicting. Even though it’s only short lived.

*BUMP*

“Ughh.” Her body falls harshly on the hard ceramic floor. An intense pain spread fast from her back to every fiber of her body. She bit her lips in pain. Tears started to form on the corner of her stormy gray eyes. She tries to get up but the pain takes every ounce of her energy. “.” She can only curse and moan in pain; hoping it will go soon. Her breath turns labored; her vision starts to blur. The music which is still booming starts to fade into the background. Slowly her eyelids start to close and her mind went blank. And soon, she drifted off from her consciousness.

“1,2,3, step. 1,2,3, step.”

“Good! Let’s do it once again.”

“1,2,3, step. 1,2,3, step.”

Soft afternoon light fills up her room. She slowly opens her eyes, revealing her stormy gray eyes. She blinks a few times to get rid of the blurriness in her eye. She no longer lies on the floor. Somebody must have moved her to