My eyes fluttered open, startled by the ombré of pinks and orange flooding through the window. I peeked over to my end table and mumbled the time on the clock.
6:45
Groaning, I tug my blanket over my face. But, with a sigh I accept the fact that I can't stay in bed forever. I keep still, marinating in the soft peacefulness of silence. My mind is typically quiet in mornings, I've led to believe this is due to my fatigued state. After a long moment, I tear the covers from my face and heave my body upright.
The wood panels of the floor are cool on my feet. I slip into my bathroom and get ready for the day. I honestly relish in my morning routine. My shower, brushing my hair and teeth, wearing the clothes I picked last night. It's one of the few constants in my life, something that is always there. I hold tight to these constants, they keep me grounded from insanity.
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Holding my breath, I navigate the chaotic halls of high school. Voices flood over me leaving me with a migraine almost as deafening as the voices themselves. I keep reminding myself of what I need to do grab books, get to class, that way I don't break down in front of everyone. Once I'm in class the voices should die down, There will be less people in the confined space . Therefore less thoughts spilling into my brain.
YOU ARE READING
Telepathic
Science FictionThe voices started quiet. Just a few calming, loving notes singing chorales in my mind. But as I went on, though I learnt control, the voices overwhelmed and blinded me.
