Living Of Borrowed Time

16.Why me!?

I woke up to the sound of laughter in my head and when I opened my eyes I saw why. Those pages had multiplied and were all over my room, not a spot left blank. I was in shock and then a stranger type of pain flooded my system. "who the fuck was in my room...." as soon as I said that to myself I heard that laugh that woke me up except it was much louder and after a while all the other voices started to laugh. The only voices that weren't laughing were say fire, over and over again. I sat up, at the edge of my bed just existing. After a few minutes I got up just to sit right back down because I felt so dizzy. After that little rest I got to cleaning up all the notes, I put them into there eight piles. It took longer than anticipated but I got there after a hour.

I didn't know what to do with all the pages. I thought about throwing them out but opted against it, I then thought about burning then but also opted against that. So all I could do was put the piles somewhere in my room, I put them in my drawers and tied them shut with some shoelaces. I then repeated my cycle by getting dressed, grabbing an apple and going to get the school bus. I obviously got to the bus late and I was the only one there, which I was happy about cause it gave me time to read in quite. The bus was later than usual. I ended up walking to a different bus stop in order to catch any bus in general but preferably my bus. I got on one bus stayed at the station and got a different bus, all in all I got to school quite late.

Thankfully that teachers from before the councilor died didn't have a tantrum or want a parents note. I went to my class and didn't pay attention to anything, more so couldn't pay attention to anything because the voices haven't really stopped, they stopped laughing but all started saying messed up shit again mainly about fire, which was relatively expected. Worst part is I'm pretty sure I was about as subtle as a brick hitting a window, I'm one hundred percent sure everybody knew I was lost in my own world. The school bell rang and we all ran out of the school like there was a school shooter inside. I don't know why, we used don't leave like that. I guess no one wanted to risk getting hit by the murder bus that killed the councilor.

I saw Ryan and Jane waiting for our parents to collect them, I just went to the bus stop. There was a random red tie left at the bus stop for whatever reason. I sat down beside the tie to read but as soon as I sat still and got comfy an indescribable pain rushed through my veins. It felt sorta like my body was on fire but ten times worse. I couldn't movie a muscle, it hurt to much. I felt like passing out again but I ended up being fine, I guess I was just being a bit of a drama queen. I got on the bus, it was a double decker bus so I went upstairs. I went to the back of the bus and tried to take a nap, I woke up hours later passing by my school. So I just forced myself to stay awake until I got home and my god was it hard, I was so tired. I stumbled into the house, up the stairs, into my bed.

I got to bed and fell fast asleep but I woke up and I had a killer headache. I couldn't do anything but rollover and look at my roof and to my shock the pages were all over the place again. Worst of all I couldn't do anything but stay as still as humanly possible and listen to the voices go wild. I sat there in so much unbelievable, unbearable pain knowing nothing would help. The voices were also going bat-shit. They were screaming out there laughter louder then a fire alarm. It hurt my head, my ears and my eyes. "Why me!? Why was I chosen to go through this? I'm really not that special so why am I the fucking chosen one? Why am I the fuckin chosen on for this mission?" These thoughts were the only thoughts, of my own, that were flying around my head before I went to sleep.