Eh, I Guess Another Story

The Walls Are Watching

I sat in the classroom, watching the clock tick down, then felt it. A bead of sweat went down my neck as I felt pressure on my back. I spun around, scanning, there's got to be someone watching. No. It never is anyone. I turned back slowly, still having that feeling of eyes following my every move. Judging my every decision. Making sure that I feel hell when they walk by. And every time, I get that sickening feeling in my stomach, one that would make anyone give up their most prized possession to never feel it again. I glance around, everyone's eyes are on me, watching me suffer in silence. I would like to plead, but know I'd get weird faces, I would like to ask to go to the washroom, but know that I'll be judged. Only 5 minutes in class, I can hold on...."Is something wrong...?" someone would ask me. And although my face shows every sign of fear, saying that everything is wrong, I reply with "No, of course not, you know me! I'm happy-go-lucky!" "Well, okay." The feeling deepened. Everyone HAD to be watching me know. The wall's eyes were now visible. Peering down at me. Their looks all judgmental. "JUST END" I think fretfully to myself. "Please.....Stop....I don't want this anymore....I don't want anything..."  Then the feeling stopped. I blinked multiple times. No one was watching anymore, the eyes vanished. "It's over....."