I suppose to be inactive but I just had to write something. I felt the slightest bit of inspiration today because of being on vacation and all.
School.
Friends.
(Sport you play).
They all have one thing in common.
Stress.
It exhausted you from the constant homework assignments to the rushed sport tournaments. The only thing you liked about school was Ethan. He was always helping you catch up in class after school and made sure you weren't falling asleep in Math. But today, he wasn't there. The teacher marked him absent when he didn't show up for his first class, Chemistry. It worried you a little but you managed to calm down.
"Good morning students, I will be your substitute teacher today for Mr. Jankins." (LEROOOOOOOOOY JANKINS!) the substitute looked very strict. She asks you all to turn to page 34 in your Astronomy Textbooks. It was your favorite class of the day. You loved the idea of aliens existing among the cosmos.
You gently turned to the page with your small fingers covered in small vines. "Now, the author states that...blah blah blah blah stars blah blah science." You tuned her out with your infinite thoughts of the universe. The teacher calls out your name suddenly. "(Y/n)! What is your answer to question number 4?" She smirks, knowing you haven't been paying attention.
Everyone in the class stares at you while whispering to one another. The vines on your fingertips grew longer. Sweat rolled down your forehead as your hands trembled on your thighs. "U-um-mmm m-my answer i-is." You swallowed deeply. The vines reached out and grabbed ahold of your fragile arms, stabbing new grown thorns into your veins. The students laughed at your trembling figure as the sub marched over to you.
"Ms. (Y/n)....if you want to pass this class, I suggest you get your stupid head out of the clouds and focus on what really matters. A short-minded boy/girl will never get anywhere with life....well, I don't think you ever had a chance." She insults you. That was it. The familiar red liquid ran down your arm onto the floor as you swung a fist at her. She fell onto the floor asking for a student to send you to the principals office. You, thankfully, escaped to the bathroom. The voices came again.
Why do you do this to yourself?
The vines grew up and around your chest, stabbing the familiar thorns into your bloodstream. It stung so much, the pain was unbearable. You were drowning in your own tears at this point. The boys/girls bathroom floor was now mixed with tears, blood, and sweat. You could pass out any second at this point.
Ethan apologizes to his teacher as he gives Mr. Robinson the tardy slip. He then realizes.....(y/n). Her/his condition was unstable without him being with them for a long amount of time. He was the only one who new about that. Ethan excused himself and began to make his way to the bathroom. He enters the girls/boys' bathroom and almost slips on the strange liquid on the ground. Ethan spots (y/n) curdled up in a ball, bleeding on the floor.
"(Y/n)." He whispers trying not to alarm you.
You turn to him and lift up your shirt a little, just enough to show him the situation.
The vines tightly wrapped around your waist and legs with flowers blooming and thorns poking at your skin. Ethan looks at you with pity and carries you to the nurses office. Ethan whispers calm thoughts into your ear as you drift off into sleep, making the vines retreat back into your fingertips. "I won't let this happen again, (y/n)...."
