This is only rough, i am aware there are a load of spelling and grammar mistakes. I will fix it soon (: thanks for reading c:
I couldn’t make them stop, I couldn’t make them listen. I couldn’t tell them to shut up. I couldn’t make the pain stop, the throbbing, the voices. I put my hands up to my skull in agony, I dropped to my knees breathless and overwhelmed. I thought I heard footsteps rushing to me. My hands tangled in my fiery red hair, I screamed for it to stop and collapsed against the icy marble cafeteria floor. My vision blurred and the world went quiet.
I woke up in an unfamiliar room, my eyes slowly scanned the new area and I identified it as the school’s sick bay, I was poorly tucked into one of the two beds in the room. It wasn’t until I managed to sit myself up, I realized I wasn’t alone in the room, across from me sat the schools nurse, Miss Sanders. “Oh, it’s about time for you to be up” she said brightly. I looked at her with a blank expression, unsure of how to respond. “Well, would you care to explain to me what happened?” Oh, you know, I was just hearing the voices of over 500 students, it’s totally normal for an average 16 year old to hear everyone’s thoughts right? I made up a quick lie, like I always do when this comes up. “I just had a bad migraine, im fine it was nothing,” I explained in my most innocent little girl voice. This had happened a few times before, but usually I was alone, or managed to block out the voices. I couldn’t really control it. Sometimes my mind was free of everyone’s thoughts and other times I clouded and bombarded with voices. “Mmmh..” she paused to consider my lie, she pulled her head out of her hand which was rested on her knee, and lifted her blue eyes to meet my dull grey ones. I gave my best convincing smile. “Alright Tahlia. Well since you’re up, I’ll call your mother and ask them to take you home” she slowly pulled herself up off the chair and began to walk towards the door. I rushed to stand up, I was still a little light headed but I managed to keep myself balanced. “no, please that isn’t necessary, really im fine” I pleaded.
“Well, me being a nurse with the medical training and everything, I believe it is necessary.” She walked out of the room before I could argue another word, I watched as she shut the door behind her and hobbled down the hall, I watched her short greying curls bounce along behind her. I let myself fall back onto the bed and exhaled in frustration, it’s one thing to lie to the schools nurse convincingly, but it’s another thing to lie to my mum. I can already imagine my mums face when she finds out her little girl is just a messed up freak, I imagine her short familiar flaming red hair, her face when she figures out what’s happening to me. I closed my eyes and tried to rest, to block out the world and forget my worries. I was awoken momentarily by a loud clattering in front of my bed, I quickly pulled myself up, awake and alert. “What the hell” I exclaimed confused.
I couldn’t help but stare, in front of me stood a tall well-built boy; from head to toe I couldn’t spot a flaw. He turned his head to meet my gaze and his chestnut brown hair fell in front of his eyes, he brushed it away in one graceful movement. And then, he spoke. “oh uh sorry to wake you, I was told to wait in here” he gave me a slight smirk and walked over and sat himself down on the bed next to me. His voice was like angels singing. Heavenly. I tried to act interested in my bed sheets and avoided staring. We just sat there in silence for a few minutes, until he asked, “So, Im Christian.. And you?”
I froze for a second, and collected my answer as calmly as I could, I don’t know why I was so nervous, maybe its because he was so hot. “Im Tahlia.” He paused, like he was considering it, and then he smiled. I let out a little relieved smile. “Tahlia..” he paused again as if testing it out, he nodded and a small grin crept onto his face. “I like that name,” he smiled again and we dove into conversation. I was glad my head was free of voices, so I could focus on talking to Christian. I spent most of these precious minutes taking in his angelic voice and assessing his words carefully until eventually the conversation just felt natural and right, words flowed out of my mouth before I even thought of them. After a while the conversation slowly began to dwindle down to a moderate speed. It was quiet for a minute or two, we both sat on opposite beds facing each other. Christian dropped his hands towards his pockets and pulled out a small bottle filled with liquid I identified as alcohol, pocking out of his pocket I saw a small square boxed which I prayed weren’t cigarettes, but I was joking myself. He spoke “Do you think she’ll mind if I drink in here?”
