Squidward Is a F*ucking Mindreader

16. Losing Control

When I arrived in my next class, Physics, I had seen Daniel sitting at the back of the room. The chair next to him empty. So I walked towards him, swung my bag off my shoulder, and placed it on the desk two rows in front of him.

Cue maniacal laughter.

I heard a low chuckle and knew it was Daniel. I smiled. Then I frowned. Why the hell am I smiling? No one's in pain, no one's been rejected by their crush. This is weird. I reach for my wide smile. What the hell!

Someone sits down in the seat next to me. I turn to see Jackie. She smiles at me as she pulls her stuff out of her bag. I smile back, confused.

WHAT IS GOING ON??!! 

Everything was going wrong. Jackie is meant to be mean, I should be sitting in the back, alone, and I should not be smiling.

I could feel my airways clogging up and I gripped the edge of the table. I began to cough. Cough Cough Cough. Then I saw it. The patch of red on the table. I was coughing up blood. It was all over the desk, and my hands. It was everywhere, staining my shirt and splattered across my face.

And suddenly it was dark.

Then it was light again. I was standing on the other side of the room. But I could see myself. They were yelling. Daniel was holding onto me, kissing my hair and whispering sweet reassurances into my ear. Jackie had tears in her eyes and she watched in horror as I screamed. 

Finally, me. I was a mess. I was sweating like crazy, droplets glistening on my forehead, and my hair growing damp and sticking to my face. I was bright red and covered in tears. The worst was my eyes. My eyes were in so much pain. Because I could see what was happening. I could see the pain and the tears and the sweat.

I couldn't watch anymore and spun around, only to face a view worse than the one I had turned from.

They were frowning at me. My mother's face full of rage. She was shaking her head, wearing the same clothes she had worn that day, her fist in my father's hair as he looked at me, eyes full of fear and pain. It was the same moment. The one I had tried so hard to forget. The one that ruined them. That ruined me.

I reached for my mother's hand, that was tangled in my father's hair, practically ripping it from his head. I wanted to help him. To send her away to get help. But when I reached out, they moved further away. I walked towards them but with each step they got further and further away. I began to run. I needed to help him. I needed to send her away to get help.

I needed to help him. I needed to send her away to get help.

I needed to help him. I needed to send her away to get help.

Help him. Send her away to get help.

Help him. Send her away to get help.

Him. Her.

I needed to help...

I needed to help.

Help.

And suddenly I was back in my body, in the classroom. I could hear Daniel's voice in my ear, never leaving, telling me it was Ok.

I could hear Jackie, screaming for help out the door. But the hallways were empty and no one was around. I had no idea where everyone else from this class was, or the teacher, but I did know that we were no where near any other classrooms.

I could hear Daniel telling Jackie this. Then her footsteps sounded down the hallway. She was running.

"HELP!! SOMEBODY! HELP!" I could hear her screaming. I could hear my own screams. Daniel was still whispering, stroking and kissing my head.