I walk through the halls, and as I see them, all standing in a clump, exchanging smiles and thoughts, I snap my neck down, staring at my notebook I'm clutching oh so tightly. I keep my head down at my locker, too, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.
I hear Paige walk up next to me. She starts fumbling with her lock, while turning to me,
"Hey!" She smiles, but I keep my eyes on my locker. How can I stay away from her? She's practically glued to me, and she's my best friend!
"Hey." I sort of whisper it, practically waving a red flag making it obvious something's wrong.
She starts to talk, but all of the sudden, I can't hear her. My body melts in hotness. Everything is burning. My mouth feels like a desert, and my lock on my locker is shaking.
Not like an earthquake shaking, vibrating. Like stop motion or blurry shadows slowly leaving it like it's moving. I blink, trying to catch my breath. I can't tell if I'm moving or standing still. I feel a hand gripping my arm. I look over, my head spinning as everything is vibrating and leaving blurs all around them. It's Paige's hand. She looks scared.
The night of when her and I were in the Dread Doctor's lair struck like lightning in my mind. She had that same look in her eyes. I see a blurry and thumping Scott and Liam now behind Paige, along with Cassidy, Malia, and Stiles on my other side. I yank Paige's hand away fro my arm, her nails scratching my arm as I yank, and even though I feel nauseous and everything looks like it belongs in a stop motion movie, I still run away from them.
I can't be around them right now.
I hurt them.
I scurry down the hall, taking deep breaths, dodging students as I sprawl towards the doors at the end of the Hall. I try to focus on them, maybe that'll stop all these buzzing objects. I hear words, screams, lyrics, all arouse in my brain, and I squeeze my eyes and clutch my notebook so my knuckles turn white.
I push open the doors and sprint as soon as raw sunlight hits my face. I drop my notebook, and collapse onto my knees, my eyes twitching from the vibrating world I see. I put my hands to my head, trying to scratch the loud thoughts everyone is thinking. They run through my head, piling on top of one another.
I can't help it.
I scream.
As hard as I can,
and as hard as I ever will.
It hurts.
And the vibrating world dims.
And I fall,
into a pit of black and numbing sleep.
