Light (Harry Styles)

1: Moments

The back of the classroom never felt so comforting. The desecrate aura of the empty desks to my left and right made the feeling in my heart swell with the thought of not having to speak. My eyes wandered down to my notebook as i drew not paying attention to the lecture that was being spoken. My pencil worked a steady shading on Kellin Quinn's delicate hair line. I made sure I pushed my dyed red hair over curtaining my face and hiding me from those i don't admire. I hadn't looked up since i'd sat down in my seat. i already knew everything in this class that there was to know, so it was kind of like a free period for me. 

All of a sudden i felt the presence of someone slide into the seat next to me. I tucked my hair back a little bit to take a quick glance. A boy about my age with dark black hair, so shaggy you could barley see his eyes, sat in the seat next to me.

He had a single lip piercing on the left side of his mouth and i saw a little hint of an eyebrow piercing but i couldn't be sure considering his hair was covering half his face. He had at least three rings on each hand and his arms were covered in bracelets, much like mine. Except he had tattoos covering his arm as if it had once been an empty vacant canvas and was now occupied by sorrowing memories as they took their place as memories on his arms. He had black skinny jeans on and from the side view it looked like he was wearing a "Bring Me The Horizon" t-shirt. He slouched in his seat and tapped his pencil intolerably as if every second wasted here could be spent in a more important place somewhere else. I quickly looked away when his eyes met mine , feelings the hot rush to my cheeks as i starred down at my desk. I hid farther behind my hair and looked back down at my drawing again. Even as i kept my eyes locked on my paper making sure not to meet his, i could feel his heated gaze burn into the side of my head egging me on to look. I felt like i was being reeled in and lured to look but i forced myself not to. He wouldn't look away.

I don't know how i knew but i did. I could feel it. The room seemed to fuzz up and everything felt hot. My eyes felt watery and i could feel my palms begin to sweat. There was a loud pounding in my head and and no matter what i did it wouldn't go away. It became louder and louder to the point where i felt like my head was going to combust. I wanted to scream, i wanted to cry, or bleed, or die, just something to stop the pain. It HAD to stop. I felt like i could feel and hear everything around me. There was too much going on at once and it was all moving and changing so quickly my mind and body couldn't keep up. Then the pain changed. It went from my head to my chest. The pain started small where it was just a prick in my chest every other time i breathed. Then it was every single time i breathed and it was no longer a prick but a stab. I needed it to stop. I couldn't seem to filter enough air into my lungs and i knew it wouldn't be long until i didn't need air anymore. I could feel some kind of weight crush down on my chest as my lungs used the last of the air it had to fuel my body, things began to seem hazy and dark.

Then the bell rang. It was if the bell brought me back from a deep nightmare and i was awake now. I took a huge breath and it felt like sweet relief. I couldn't bring myself to look at the boy. I quickly threw my papers in my backpack and basically ran out of the classroom not even bothering to hear what the teacher had to say about some test for tomorrow. All i knew right now was that i needed to get as far away from that classroom, this building, and especially that boy as my thin short legs could take me.

I guess the one good thing about having only one friend was when they were gone i didn't have to stop for anyone to talk to or chat about the day with. I quickly went to my locker, got my books, my skateboard, and my phone. Before i even saw another person in the hallway i sprinted out of the school. I looked back once and only saw the slow closing of the glass school door. I let out a sign of relief when i didn't see the boy from before as i threw the back wheels of the skateboard under my foot and rode off. As i rode i took out my headphones and put the "With Ears To See and Eyes To Hear" album on repeat. I lived about only twenty to twenty five minutes from school but on my skateboard i was about fifteen if i rode fast.