Tap tap tap
My shoes wentBlack and stiff it went tap
Against the white floorsSolid yet worn out
It continuedAs the lesson droned on
Back of the room near the windowA new day
Another day
Another day for me to wait out.
Slowly lazing away doing the same thing until something changesI feel like I'm being strung along
But something keeps me going
Oh delighted.
I simply keep myself awake at night just to think about it
It feels so warm and painful
I can just think of tightening my hands around it
I can have it against me
It'd struggle against me and hurt me
It'd taste so sweetStrange abnormal thoughts seep through the folds of my cerebrum
It feels orgasmic
It wasn't always this wayIt first was annoyance
He would always make shit up about me
For no reasonIt was annoying but it wasn't anything bad
But things escalated
The boy cried wolfAnd the dog was blamed for it
Next thing I knew
No one looks my wayI hated him now
I hated him so muchThat day I remember it
It was morning
I called out to my friend
In the hall
Taking his notebooks out of his lockerHe looked at me awkwardly
And told me he had something to doI wondered why
I thought nothing of it
And just took my stuff from my lockerAnd went off to class
I had nothing to do at the timeAnd I'd rather wait in class
Though it hasn't started yetAnd when it began
People began flooding inChattering amongst themselves
And occasionally looking at meI paid no mind to it
And just left itBut it became hard let it go unnoticed
The whole morning felt awkwardIt was weird
I felt that each stare and each adjective that I caughtWas somehow directed at me
I noticed my friend wasn't even looking at meEven he was ignoring me
At lunch
It became clear to meI somehow had done something
After getting my friend alone
I talked to himI asked him what happened
He said a rumor spread
That I had done something to ClarenceClarence
He'd done thisI told him I didn't do it
He said he knows I didn't do it
But he just doesn't want to be seen with meI asked him why
But he kept silentAnd just walked away
By the afternoon things got worse
Many people
Said
And claimed I'd done the same thing to them as I'd done to Clarence
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Aestivation
Short Storyyou aren't outright obsessed from the start you become obsessed later on like a fetishization of thirst a romanticism of Aestivation ⚠️⚠️⚠️*warning* very uncomfortable Like really really uncomfortable (Second short book, creepy in the sense that it...