Screaming With Madness

Screaming With Madness - Chapter 4

       The next day began like every other. Boring bus trip and people screaming like wild animals. I still wonder where they get the energy to screech that loud so early in the morning hours. More people get on and some get off. And we all eventually make it to our destinations.

       I always hate hearing people talk. Sometimes I wish I could cut off my ears or replace what I hear. If I could do that I would feel free from the neverending torment of peoples words. The only words I want to hear are those of people I care for or words in a song. Nothing else.

       The day is always boring. The only breath of fresh air is the occasional fire or lock down drill. I sometimes imagine myself being the reason for a lockdown but I would be prepared if I caused a lockdown. I would have someone else in the building and as they are in there I would set the building on fire. Then me and whoever was with me would escape while everyone else in the building would be burning alive. They never expect to have two things happen at once.

       I was trying to figure out what had me so happy yesterday but I still had no clues to what could have made my day so great. No one got hit by a bus or beaten up so there were not many clues for what had happened. I decided to drop the thought because I did not want to sit and ponder about an unsolvable question for to long. That would just drive me to insanity.

       No one ever warns you of the rancid odor that you're forced to endure every time you walk the school halls. It honestly reminds me of my house which doesn't sit well with me. I try to say away from places with the stench as to not to contract it and carry it to others. I see the stench as more disease than smell. Smells do not make you want to wrench and cry while also feeling the urge to rip one's eyes out. That has become clear to me.

       As the day continues you can always feel your soul aching for death. I find it amusing how the human body reacts to little amounts of pain. How when we tear away our skin we barley notice but something as insignificant as a bite is enough to send waves and waves of pain to our brains. Watching others feel the little pains is oh so very amusing. Watching their bodies twitch and squirm fills a void in my heart that has been ever since I was forced upon this hell of an Earth. I see familiar faces but I do not associate them as ones I know. I may have seen the face before but that doesn't make my imagination any less brutal.