My Reason [NamJin]

Ch. 2

I scrambled into the bathroom. My feet slipping in every direction as I nearly face planted into the tile. I managed to slightly catch myself but landed on my hands and knees. I crawled backwards and sat in the corner by the sink. I panted loudly as I jerked my head in different directions to see if anything was coming after me. I yelped and threw myself to the side to avoid a dark mist that tried to attack me. I cried silently into my arms and curled into a fetal position. 

I managed to pull myself together, not fully but just enough to get to my bag. I ripped open my bag, causing papers to go flying. I searched frantically for my pills. I managed to find the bottle, only to struggle to open the bottle. I yelped as the dark mist lunged at me again. I fell back onto the floor, hearing my pill bottle rattle as it rolled away from me. I struggled to get on my knees and followed the pill bottle. I grabbed it and twisted the lid off. 

"You okay there?" A soft deep voice echoed. It made my jump and drop my pills, scattering across the floor. I whined in frustration and looked around. The images were still flashing around me, but there was no one. I frowned and started to pick up my pills with shaky hands, I put two pills on my mouth and swallowed. 

"You don't look okay..." The same voice said again. I flinched back and looked around the room quickly, not wanting anyone to see me like this again. 

*** 

It took nearly an hour for the images to go away. I had a few bruises on my arms from when I would throw myself from something trying to attack me. 

I winced as I rubbed my arms as I walked to my class. I hated having episodes at school. It was the worst because no one ever knew what was going on. They didn't help, they would just bully me and make my situation worse. I sighed as I entered the class, ignoring the obvious whispers I pretended not to hear. 

I sat in my desk and instantly hung my head. I played with my sweater sleeves. I sat quietly as the teacher started the lesson. I didn't really pay much attention in class. I couldn't be bothered these days, especially with what's going on in my life. 

"Hey there.." The voice said again, almost like a whisper this time. I swatted at my right ear on instinct. The voice chuckled. I frowned and turned my head to look at who it was. No one was near me. I frowned and looked around me. I scratched my head in confusion and looked back down. I've never had that happen to me before after my pills worked. It's almost like I've heard that voice before. It was so smooth and dream like. It sounded almost too good to actually be a person. 

I sighed and laid my head in my arms as I laid onto my desk. 

***

I quickly ran off the bus and dashed towards my house. I forced the tears not to come down my cheeks and forced my legs faster. Of course being the clumsy person I am, I fall. I gasped lightly at the pain that filled my right hand. I ignored it and grabbed my stuff and kept running to my house. I shut the door behind me quickly and ran upstairs to my room. 

I panted loudly as I sat on the bed and looked at my hand. There was a large cut and it was bleeding. I sighed and went to the bathroom and fixed up my hand. 

"I can barely write now.." I mumbled and went back to my bedroom. I sat on the bed and stared down at my feet. I closed my eyes after a few minutes and laid back onto the bed. I yawned softly and rolled onto my side and hugged a pillow to my chest. I yawned more and closed my eyes. I felt sleep overcoming me and I gladly welcomed it. I wanted to sleep to put this awful day behind me.