I am zoning out. The teacher's teaching. I can almost hear it. A little hum of noise in the background. This feels nice. Better than stressing continuously. I can keep it inside, no one will see it on my face. A bright spark of pain makes me flinch, hissing at the suddenness of the feeling. I pull my thumb from between my teeth and look down at it. Blood wells up from between the nail and cuticle. I squeeze it tightly, soothing and intensifying the ache, my hands clenched together in my lap. I look up, catching the eyes of a few of my peers as theirs dart away. I look to my teacher. She's staring at me. I lower my head in shame.
"Ace, are you okay?"
I look up again and smile, nodding. "Tore a cuticle," I say, "It's all good."
She nods at my statement and continues the lecture. I look down back to my desk. No one is starring. They all believe me. They don't even care. So why does it feel like I'm crying?
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Not me. (2023)
Proză scurtăso, I've been struggling for a long time now, and I never told anyone about it. I've never opened up. but I met someone who understands how I feel, and I'm beginning to feel again. I don't know how to do it, but I finally feel I can fight. I've been...