Night Terrors [Frerard]

Walk Away A Saviour Or A Madman

_____________________ 11:45 A.M __________________       

I was either worsening or helping appetite for caffeine (I couldn't tell which anymore), chugging my energy drink intensely. It tasted like some citrusy, heavily-carbonated soda, with a strong aftertaste of salt. It wasn't the best - it tasted like diluted cum if you wanted honesty - but it's not like I was in it for how it tasted, anyway. I was just trying to stay awake, and with Bob going on and on about his sister's new dog, I was finding it harder than usual. 

I knew it was stupid, but I was also scared of becoming immune to caffeine. That couldn't happen, though, could it? Maybe I grow some tolerance to it, but absolutely immune? If I became immune to caffeine I was very fucked, first of all, because there was no way I was surviving this life I have decided to lead without it. I had become dependent on coffee and energy drinks. I didn't want to resort to anything like pills to keep me awake. I hated pills. I hated being medicated. I hated the feeling that you weren't really you; it was just the meds making you who you were. You became your prescriptions, and that scared me (I was coming to find I was scared of a lot of things, lately).

I felt so drained. My mind felt jumpy like I was on edge for nothing at all, and it was exhausting me. I was waiting for something terrible to happen, but nothing did. I was just a breathing coma. All these things in my head, yet I could hardly find it within myself to move someday. Like I was sleeping-walking; my body somehow moving, but how it happened was completely beyond me. Even then, as my head nodded to its own accord, though Bob's words sounded foreign and distant, and I couldn't help but compare myself to a bobblehead as I did this. All sound slipped away, all of it background noise as I kept nodding and nodding. He seemed pleased, and a little shocked that I was this interested, but I just couldn't stop giggling about being a bobblehead. It really did feel like it! My head so heavy and big in proportion to the rest of my head, the way it felt like it'd drop off my neck... bobblehead. I laughed under my breath.

He raised an eyebrow as if to question my laughter, but I shrugged it off, still grinning like an idiot. I felt almost embarrassed at the feminine giggles that were coming out of my mouth just seconds ago, but Bob didn't even question it. He must've not really heard it, or he just didn't care. He started to talk again, but I wasn't listening. Instead, I started to finish off the energy drink I had almost forgotten about. I was more than ready to get my needed energy and then throw this disgusting thing out. I gulped the last of the liquid hard. I knew I'd still be tired no matter what, but it would beat feeling like I was a tide being pulled by the moon... being pulled into sleep so slowly.

I tossed the black and green can at a nearby trash can, barely moving from my spot. I watched as it hit the wall, missing the garbage can by a good three or four inches. I muttered a curse under my breath, a small dribble of the liquid I hadn't drunk coming from the can and spilling onto the off-white floors. 

''You should pick that up, Principal Shitface is over there.''

I whipped around, locating the unfamiliar voice. Almost immediately, my head was met with the chest of a girl, sitting atop the lunch table. I looked up at her, feeling awkward that my face was practically inches away from her breasts.

The girl looked like a heart attack in black hair dye, to say the least. She was adorned in a sleek black blouse with a red tie over it that looked ironed a thousand times over. She had a tight mini skirt that clung to her well-shaped thighs and sterile black boots that reached a bit below her knee. Her jet-black hair was in messy pigtails that curtsied whenever she moved, matching red ponytails in each section of the divided hair.

''Who are you?'' I choked out, still taking in her appearance.

I didn't play for that 'team', but anyone with fucking eyes could she that she was quite the scene. Besides, I may have been into guys, but that didn't mean I couldn't recognise good looks when I saw them. She even looked a little familiar as well, and I was trying to figure out from how. A class? I wasn't too sure. All I knew it that she had probably been here the entire time, me completely oblivious and giggling at nothing, talking to Bob. My cheeks flamed red in embarrassment.