How Far Can My Imagination Take Me?

A Sudden Urge

I was sitting in class, listening to what my teacher was saying, but retaining none of it. "What are we going over?" I think to myself, glancing at my notes. There were three things on it: Some sentence in Spanish, and two side notes on the sudebar of the paper. The first of the two was: "I can't.....I can't believe this is happening....Maybe I'll get through....", the second was a little picture, miniscule and sloppy, but meaningful nonetheless. It was a little hand, small and lopsided, with bandages on the wrist, wrapping all around it. I started to break into a cold sweat, "Why is this happening now? Why can't they wait until school is over or something..." Then I remembered that I was in class. I didn't want to be there any more, and I didn't want to ask the teacher to leave, so I did the next best thing. I don't know why, but for some reason, I grabbed my pencil and lunged the pointed tip into my ear. I heard a loud pop and then silence. Scraping around a bit, I could hear people talking and sleeping and all that. Then, taking the pencil out, not daring to look at it in fear of throwing up, I shook it off and proceeded into the next ear. I didn't hit it exactly, I felt the pain in my ear as the pencil lead hit one of the sides of the ear drum, then I stabbed furiously and felt that same pop. It was done. I saw a bit if my flesh fall out of my ear and hit the ground with a loud splat. I put pencil down and clapped my hands, I must've looked dumb, until someone noticed the blood running from my ears. They pointed and sprinted towards the teacher. "There's nothing you can do now," I thought, "Time to relax..."