Lift it I can't it's too heavy, this thing weighs a ton! You're such a wuss. I try to lift it over and over again, but each time my mental effort gets stronger with determination but my physical effort weakens. You pussy, all your friends think you're weak. I'm not weak, I can do this. I struggle again. Arms shaking. You know I can help. I always do. The voice says. No. I say to myself. Every time I do I feel sick and want to throw up. Come on lift it, what, did you mom have a little girl or a boy? My friends shout. I can help. He said you are a pussy just like your dad says. They all must be right? No? Let me help. I can make you strong. I promise I'll share this time. Come on dude, man my sister can do better. See. Let me... Fine, I snap to the badgering voice, fine. Close your eyes little one. The glands in my body begin to constrict. I feel an overwhelming sensation of heightened awareness as everything else around me seems to move in slow motion. The piece begins to lift almost effortlessly. Bout time, why didn't you move it the first time girlylocks? Your welcome the voice says. See I kept my promise. Motion seems to speed back up to normal. I have a salty taste in my mouth and my pulse is racing. I can barely stand and move to my knees. Vomit explodes from my mouth bursting to the ground in front of me. Oh gross, he just puked!