"Go out. Go die." Again and again and again and again and again and again and again. These four words were repeating in my head during math class from someone else's voice. Some I don't even know. Except the problem is, this someone does not exist and he lives in my head. I call him Bob. A.) Because he sounds like an overweight truck driver who drinks beer at every stop he makes B.) His voice is as deep as Williams mom. C.) Everyone knows that if you're named Bob, you might want to add Y at the end of your name to avoid yourself being pronounced as boob.
Math class. His voice rang again. Pressuring me to take a few steps back and kill myself. Sometimes, this was intimidating, but at most times, it was fucking annoying.
This time was intimidating though. I wanted to pull out my brain and throw it across the room, just hoping he would go away. He's not the only voice in my head, but he is the loudest.
"Elizabeth are you paying attention?" Our math teacher Sir. Lawrence asks. "Yeah, not really. I'm sorry." I admit. "Well I won't repeat it again." He threats. "Not that I want you to." Bob says. "See me later after class." He embarrasses me in front of class. Not the teacher - but Bob.
After that little meeting in math class I go back to my own table. Since my school was following the Montessori Curriculum, we had our own personal work areas to do our seat works and what not on. I walk through the halls and I hear Zaira call me. I ignored her. No idea why. I just ignored her and walked past her as if her existence was nothing more than the voices in my head. Feeling as if the voices in my head had a stronger physical body than Zaira.
"Get away." I say to Sam sitting on my chair. "Fine, what's up with you?" He gets out of my chair and I sit down. "Homicide isn't legal." I reply as he chuckles and walks away.
The bell rings and I pack my stuff and leave. As I leave someone behind me greets me. "Hi." He says. "You're the new student?" He asks. I smile politely avoiding to be rude to a stranger and reply, "Yeah."
"Cool its nice to meet you uhm -"
"Elizabeth."
"Elizabeth." He smiles and extends his right hand while his left carried a Starbucks tumbler. "Im Justin." I shake his hand and smile. "Didnt think you were high school at all. Saw you a couple times by the hall, thought you were in the wrong building." He says and I fake a laugh. "Okay. Bye." I say and run downstairs.
That was it. That was the beginning of some weird shit I never thought would've happened. If the present me went back to tell the past me that the outcome of that was now, I wouldn't believe anything.
