Psychotic

Second

I felt hundreds of pairs of eyes pierce through me as I walk along the halls of my high school. I silently stroll to my locker as I hear whispers from left and right.

"Her last episode didn't end well. Do you think her victim is still alive?"

"I bet she's going to lash out in any second now."

"She's crazy. Why is she not in an asylum?"

I took out my chemistry and literature book from my locker and ignored all of the whispers that was all about me.

Everyone thinks that I'm a psycho that got out of the asylum. They see me as a bomb that could explode in any hour, any minute and any second of the day.

They are right. I am a monster that no one could stop. I'm a being that could harm anybody without fear of anything.

The school bell rang and I walked towards the classroom in a leisurely pace. I put my bag beside my chair as I sat at the back corner of the room.

I looked at the window to my right and saw a couple, holding hands as they walk across the street.

I look away as the I watch the students enter the room and sat beside their friends. . No one dared to seat next to me.

The classroom was deafening as I just laid my head on my desk and try to find a way for me to sleep but it seems to be impossible in a room full of juniors.

The room suddenly became quiet as I heard the door opened and close. I looked up and saw our professor with an asian boy beside him.

I studied the boy with my arms crossed over my chest. He was quite tall, probably around 5'10. His hair was jet black and I saw a pair of ear phones dangling around his neck. He's wearing a white V neck and black ripped jeans. His eyes were very little and his black pupils made him look intimidating. His skin was pale and his lips were pink.

I watch him as he scanned the room. When his eyes rested on mine, I glared at him through my lashes.

He smiled.