So, some have asked how i wrecked my motorcycle.

Well, in every person's life, there is a time when you need to face your fears, no matter how terrifying they are. Odds are, it's not as bad as you think. Well, other times, it is. Maybe even worse. 

This wreck happened a while ago, and ended in a busted arm and a bruised rib, as well as a few other scratches and bumps. 

It happened so fast, I was going almost 90 mph, and I felt something touch my face. Softly, as if it was nothing. But then i saw it. A spider, trying to latch onto my face from my helmet. I remember screaming, and swerving to try to pull over, but at 90 it just wasn't gonna happen. 

I hit the ground hard, felt the snap in my arm, the pain... I remember worried voices and phones, and after a few minutes sirens too. At least the spider was gone... 

Then I felt tiny legs crawl across my cheek, and I let out a scream as it bit down, horror surging through me. 

One bite... Sent me into a panic attack that took almost two hours to calm down from. 

 I really like typing in italicized letters. 

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