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Standing in the toilets. Waiting for a stranger to finish that fag. Why am I waiting?
The bell went 10 minutes ago. Looks like I'm going to be in trouble.
Finished.
"See you later."
.......
I can feel the blur now. I can see it. I can feel it. It's showing. Appearing ever-so slowly. Not physically. Well, for me physically. Not others.
Oh God. I can't think straight.
.......
Walk through the door. Replacement teacher. Thank God.
"Why are you late? You smell of cigarettes."
"I-I was talking to.. a teacher."
"Sit down."
.......
How much longer? How much longer until it ends?
Everything. Slow motion.
So hard.
The pain, the pain is rough. Jagged.
Sitting there, just staring through the window. Wondering when the fading sound of laughter will stop.
Sitting there, just hoping for this paranoia to stop.
Getting cold now. No, getting hot.
Ask 'Miss'.
Walk out the door. Walk through the endless corridors. Down the stairs. Bathroom. Mirror. Door. Cubicle. Toilet.
Everything's so quiet.. All I hear is the sound of.. unnoticable noises. Things I wouldn't usually notice. The sound of the water running through the drains. Making me tired. All I feel is the pain. That unbearable pain in my stomach. All I smell is.. smoke.
It's coming now. No! I don't want to bring it back up. I want them to stay down there. Stay in my stomach. Dissolve. Run freely through my bloodstream, exploding the tiny pieces of poison.
Toilet. Door. Mirror. I look so pale. Nobody will notice.
Walk out the door. Up the stairs. So weak. So weak now. I think I'm just going to lie down. No. I can't. People will notice.
Up the stairs. Can't breathe properly. Walk through the endless corridors. Open the door.
Scared. Regret. Paranoid. Confused. Regret.
Stop staring. Don't look.
"You look ill."
My lungs feel squashed now. I can't breathe properly. Taking a deep, deep breath is hard. Fingers are shaking. Pain is slowly disappearing. Getting better now.
Window. Daydream. Laughter.
The day is so bright. I can barely see. Am I swaying?
Everything's so bright. Turn off the lights. Close the blinds. Close them. Close them now. It's bright. There's light everywhere.
"Are you okay?"
Laughter. Pain. Light.
Nothing.
.......
Hmmm... I wonder what that was all about..!
The bell went 10 minutes ago. Looks like I'm going to be in trouble.
Finished.
"See you later."
.......
I can feel the blur now. I can see it. I can feel it. It's showing. Appearing ever-so slowly. Not physically. Well, for me physically. Not others.
Oh God. I can't think straight.
.......
Walk through the door. Replacement teacher. Thank God.
"Why are you late? You smell of cigarettes."
"I-I was talking to.. a teacher."
"Sit down."
.......
How much longer? How much longer until it ends?
Everything. Slow motion.
So hard.
The pain, the pain is rough. Jagged.
Sitting there, just staring through the window. Wondering when the fading sound of laughter will stop.
Sitting there, just hoping for this paranoia to stop.
Getting cold now. No, getting hot.
Ask 'Miss'.
Walk out the door. Walk through the endless corridors. Down the stairs. Bathroom. Mirror. Door. Cubicle. Toilet.
Everything's so quiet.. All I hear is the sound of.. unnoticable noises. Things I wouldn't usually notice. The sound of the water running through the drains. Making me tired. All I feel is the pain. That unbearable pain in my stomach. All I smell is.. smoke.
It's coming now. No! I don't want to bring it back up. I want them to stay down there. Stay in my stomach. Dissolve. Run freely through my bloodstream, exploding the tiny pieces of poison.
Toilet. Door. Mirror. I look so pale. Nobody will notice.
Walk out the door. Up the stairs. So weak. So weak now. I think I'm just going to lie down. No. I can't. People will notice.
Up the stairs. Can't breathe properly. Walk through the endless corridors. Open the door.
Scared. Regret. Paranoid. Confused. Regret.
Stop staring. Don't look.
"You look ill."
My lungs feel squashed now. I can't breathe properly. Taking a deep, deep breath is hard. Fingers are shaking. Pain is slowly disappearing. Getting better now.
Window. Daydream. Laughter.
The day is so bright. I can barely see. Am I swaying?
Everything's so bright. Turn off the lights. Close the blinds. Close them. Close them now. It's bright. There's light everywhere.
"Are you okay?"
Laughter. Pain. Light.
Nothing.
.......
Hmmm... I wonder what that was all about..!
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Stop chatting her up.
It's a great piece of work, by tbe way, as I've said before :)
It's a great piece of work, by tbe way, as I've said before :)
i posted a story here the other day.
about my view in what will happen in the future and how we will ever reach home.
its about some scientists which discover an unknown city buried beneath the sands of Sarnassa.
of course its fictional but not a bad story.
about my view in what will happen in the future and how we will ever reach home.
its about some scientists which discover an unknown city buried beneath the sands of Sarnassa.
of course its fictional but not a bad story.
lol. No, not usually. Only when I'm emotional :D
yeah i can imagine you were in quite a bit of pain!
so do you write stories often?
so do you write stories often?
Thank you! again..
I only write what I experience. Just so I know what things are *really* like!
I only write what I experience. Just so I know what things are *really* like!
MaNtAlPiEcE wrote:
> goos
good sorry
> goos
good sorry
goos story, though i can really imagine that! see it in my head as i am reading it.
did that ever happen to you?
:-)
did that ever happen to you?
:-)
Ook. But I'm not doing it to up my word count.. :D
It would get more appreciation in Life.
Thank you Rosalind! It was a shortish story, thought it should be placed here.
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