Launched Into Oblivion

The Irrational Fear of Falling

~Zeke's POV~

Falling, falling, falling. Through the endless oblivion of the mind and the fear of loosing your sanity... The fear the no one will be there, no one will catch you when you reach the end. You'll hit the ground and shatter into a million different pieces... pieces that don't quite fit together...

"Maybe if I hug you tight enought, all your pieces crash back together.." No... they don't fit, they are lost, or they were thrown away by the trust I lost... but they wouldn't understand that.

My anxiety filled thoughts are abruptly interrupted by someone's voice...

"Zeke, are you listening?" Mrs. Martin asks from the front of the room.

"Of course she isn't, she doesn't understand English. Or talking! She's a mute!" A kid laughs from across the room, causing others to laugh.

I simply look up at Mrs. Martin and lower my head again, staring at my hands. I hear her sigh as she carrys on with her lesson.

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Is I'm putting away my books, I hear talking.

"Hey, Simon. The Mute kid, ya she's super weird. I have to sit by her during English..." a kid says.. to Simon.

Simon's reply startles me, "Dude, she's smart... I think she pretty too, but she seems shy.. you shouldn't judge her before you know her.. yesterday in Math, I saw her drawing, and it was incredible."

I close my locker, holding my sketchbook, and look around. Simon and the other boy are walking my way, but now they're talking about sports. Simon was recognizable with his silverish hair and metalic eyes. He smiles at me and I feel myself blush. He waves, and I kinda wave back, then turn and scurry to the cafeteria.

I get my lunch and sit at the table no one really sits at. I open my sketchbook to a blank page and begin drawing a tree...

I look up when someone sets their tray across from mine. I trail my eyes up until I see their face. Simon. He's smiling at me, and I blush again, looking back at my drawing... why was he defending me? And why is he siting with me?

"Hi, I'm Simon." He says in a deep voice, causing me to look up. He's still smiling. "You're Zeke, correct?"

I nod, and his smile widens. His eyes trail down to my sketchbook and his eyes widen in... awe?

"You are an incredible artist.." he says.. causing my blush to deepen. He notices this and tilts his head, saying softly, "You don't have to talk to me if you don't want to, Zeke... I understand."

I stare at him, then say quietly, "No one's ever really talked to me before.. I'm just not used to it..." he smiles at this, looking at my face now. We make eye contact and I blush, his metalic eyes are perfect, like his crooked smile, and his silverish hair.. No, Zeke. He is only trying to be nice, you can't seriously be falling for a jock who will never like you back!!