The next morning Bryan feels like he had been thrown into a pile of steaming garbage in a big greenish metallic dumpster. He does his morning routine, grabs a banana for breakfast, not wanting to make the same mistake as yesterday and heads out the door. On his walk to school he breaks the seal on another 5 Hour Energy, tosses it down the hatch and jumps with his shoulders with the rush of caffeine and shudders at the crawly sensation it puts on the surface of his brain. Holy crap. This is how I felt yesterday in math, could it be the energy drinks that are making me anxious? No way. I'm probably just stressed about an assignment that's due today. Hm. I did Mrs. Berry's motion graphs. And Mr. Rakes' World War 2 paper. There was nothing else I have to turn in today is there? Yeah no I don't think so. He arrives at school and stares straight ahead until he reaches his math class and sits down into his assigned seat.
Another day of horrible anxious jittery thoughts and shaking of all appendages without his permission happened and he didn't know what to do about it. So Bryan decided to take another walk in the woods to see if it would help. This time it was "Talk to Me" by Cavetown that softly serenaded his ears on his private stroll through nature. The funny thing is He thought, I don't have anyone to talk to except myself. Not that would actually want to talk to anyone else anyway. Jittery legs and a thumpthumpthumpthumpthump heartbeat does not feel good. I hope I'm not exhausted from it tomorrow, I'm all out of energy drinks. No Bang, no Red Bull, no 5 Hour Energy. I'm all out of money as well but that's a separate problem. He starts back toward his home while "Feel Good Inc." by Gorillaz plays, he beatboxes along with the lead singer, 2D when he enters the back door and heads upstairs to go to bed.
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Short StoryBryan struggles with newfound anxiety that comes out of seemingly nowhere.