I'm at my usual spot again by the window. My eyes fixated outside, looking particularly nowhere. My head's free of any thoughts and that's just fine by me. I badly need it.
My body, it felt out of energy even though I just had breakfast this morning. I feel tired even by just merely sitting in this desk, surrounded by loud laughter, giggling and chatter of my classmates. I feel utterly tired and wanted to have a long sleep, if not eternally. I feel tired . . . for no particular reason.
"Hey, are you feeling alright?"
My gaze snapped to the left where my seatmate is.
I smiled weakly. "I feel sick."
Out of nowhere, a hand sneaked from behind and laid down against my wide forehead, lingering there for a while. It was a close friend of mine.
"Your temperature is normal though," she said, forehead creased in wrinkles. "Do you have an upset stomach again?"
I only smiled over my shoulder and went back staring outside, tuning them out yet again with a thought playing in my mind . . . .
They don't understand.
***
Thought by CeresDilemma © 2017
BINABASA MO ANG
Deep Within (One Shots and Excerpts)
Short StoryDeep Within (formerly Inks of Chagrin) is a collection of short stories written under stress/depressed, while thinking nothing, out of whims or for small writing contests within and outside wattpad. Definitely not a pro, just releasing frustrations.
