After cleaning my wounds, I dried myself and dressed up. I went downstairs to get myself some biscuits, since I was feeling edgy and there was nothing to do. Rob's screaming was constantly heard from his room, and I tried to ignore it.
I checked my phone for messages. No post really attracted my attention. I switched off my phone and decided to go back to my room. I laid on my bed, trying to fall asleep, but a bitch called insomnia just wouldn't let me. My mind started to wander. I thought of my depression.
Having depression sucked a lot. It's like being trapped in a container filled with things that you feared most, and there is no way out. You go round and round in circles, trying to find a way out, only to never find one. You lose hope.
Which is the worst part.
You lose hope.
***
Another day. Another morning. Another person to meet again. Great.
Rob and I walked down the school hallway, students occasionally glancing in our direction and whispering about something. I hoped that was a good thing, that they were whispering about my trick yesterday and not other things. Like four years ago...
*** Flashback ***
I was minding my own business, sitting at the back of the class. It was one month since the start of high school. Having some friends to hang out with was probably the best idea, but I couldn't risk embarrassing myself in front of a bunch of strangers. So while everyone, including Rob, got themselves a bunch of friends, I was the loner.
"Ok, so who wants to go onto the stage and share your experiences after one month of attending high school?" Our teacher, whose name I forgot, worked. No one raised their hand. I didn't blame them, especially when you're giving a speech in front of everyone you don't know.
"No volunteers? Fine, then I shall use the random name generator then," she smiled and opened up her laptop. I pulled my hoodie up to hide myself even more. She entered everyone's name, and spun it. My eyes were glued to the screen. Somehow, there was a bad feeling in my guts. I started to pray to god that it wasn't my name that appeared on the screen.
The screen slowed down , and the names were more visible now. I gulped. My name was in top of the screen, slowly coming down to meet the slot for the lucky one chosen. No, please don't.
Two more names left. One more name left. And my name stopped at the slot.
Hallelujah (with sarcasm)
Either god wasn't watching, or he just went for tea.
"Mitchell Hughes, where are you?" Slowly, heads turned to the back of the class, and all eyes were in me. I cursed. The students stared at me like zombies finally finding their victims. Awkwardly, I stood up. My fists were tightened until the knuckles were white. My palm was sweating, and my heartbeat accelerated. I was panicking. I wished I could have dug a hole underneath myself and hid in there, never to be found.
"So now Mitchell, could you come to the front?" She said. Nope, my brain repeated, didn't Rob's parents told them that I had anxiety? I moved from my table, dragging my feet as I walked to the front. Rob was staring at me. He knew I had anxiety. The eyes were making me uncomfortable. I was walking towards death itself.
When I reached the front, the classroom was suddenly closing in, threatening to swallow me in. The teacher was saying something, her lips moved, but I never heard what she said. My breathing picked up, but I felt like I was suffocating. Sweat beaded my forehead. My heart tightened. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't breathe, was the only thought I had.
The classroom swayed, and I was embraced by darkness.
*** Flashback over ***
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This is why Mitch hated teachers. In this book. Lmao.
Anyways, I'm going to explain what is going to happen.
Basically, Mitch have depression, even though he's famous (in school). Jerome have anxiety, which I'll explain later in the book. I'll give you guys a background of what anxiety/episode is.
When anxiety strikes, whether it's caused by your fear or other reasons, one will start to panic. He or she would start sweating, trembling, anything that I mentioned above. If serious, he or she would faint. This series of event is called an episode.
It might not be only one episode. It can repeat itself again, if triggered.
Search on Google 'anxiety' and you'll know more.
Damn, I sound like a health counsellor lmao
~Abby
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