One Love Manchester

the night

I'm Kaisla,

and this is my story.

It was supposed to be our story.

"have fun love xxx"

"I will ❤"

tweets blowing up

videos playing

screaming

hysteria

crying people

panicking

The whole world was a blur.

I heard nothing. But at the same time I felt like I couldn't find silence. Everywhere was so much noise. I imagined myself in that stadium. In the middle of hysteric people. Hot tears started streaming down my cheeks. I was panicking. I couldn't breath, it felt like someone was crushing my lugs and I struggled to take a breath.

I started tweeting.

People started tweeting me pictures.

Pictures of girls that had fit the description.

But none of the pictures were of her.

Tears kept falling from my eyes as I tried to calm myself.

I found it so hard to breath.

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It's quiet. Really quiet.

Only thing heard is the car starting. Dad's driving me to school.

Everyone's trying to talk to me. Asking what's wrong as I remain silent.

They're still talking to me. But I'm not listening. I have my headphones on.

I'm listening to David Bowie and blocking the world.

Trying to escape the reality where happiness only exist in books. I don't read books. 

Trying to lose myself into the music and let it take all the pain away.

Too bat it isn't that easy.

Someone rips my other headphone off of my ear. I give them a small smile and put it back without a word. I get up and start walking away.

In class,

teacher tells me several times to take off my headphones. I don't.

She starts opening up to me about how it's unbelievable how I've been going to school for nine years and have learned nothing. 

I just stare at her not really listening with my headphones on my head. She tries to grab my headphones, so I get up, quietly walking out of class.

In test,

"how come you haven't answered to any of the questions? Don't you even know your own name?"

"Are you stupid? Have you only played playstation and not studied? All the answers are straight from the notes we've made in class."

A tear rolls down my cheek. I don't wipe it. Why would I?

author note

so yeah, this was the first part.

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-Kaisal