Pulse

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The world is turning, I feel it. I feel the world turning and rotating, moving. Throbbing. I feel the tilting, spinning.. I feel the wobbling and uneasiness that comes with motion. The energy, the light. I feel everybody on this planet. I hear talking, bubbly language. I hear all of it at once. It sounds like gargling, babbling that makes no sense. And then I hear that voice, that Fucking voice that comes from no where and everywhere at the same time.
You don't like it, do you?
My head pounds, I feel the blood rushing up into my skull and it's as if someone is chiseling my forehead.
Pay attention you fuck-wit.
I feel overwhelmed by everything.. The sound of clocks ticking.. The scraping sound that comes from a pencil causing friction with paper as 38 people jot nonsense into their notebooks...
Which you should be doing, maybe then you wouldn't fail biology.

"Austin"

My name is said, but it takes five seconds for the sound to travel to me and for me to process that I am being asked something.

"Austin, the hell are you looking at?"

I stair at the figure blankly. This man speaking to me deals with an average of 200 teenagers every day, for 7 hours a day. I deal with the same amount, but since I'm a child myself it doesn't seem to matter.

I try to speak, my voice is caught. I try again, this time clearing my throat.

"Can.. Can I leave class?"... Is all that escapes my lips before my head begins to pound again.
Fucking idiot, fucking moron.

The man (his name is Mr. Mark) nods, slowly.

I flee the room and as I do, I feel the 38 sets of eyes inside the classroom staring at me, digging holes into my back and forming rumors to spread like a plague.
Fuck dimwit dumb idiot dead dead dead

Once I'm in the bathroom I empty my backpack into a stall and sort through the endless ocean of papers.
Scream, scream. Fucking imbosile. Tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick

Found it!!!!!

One red, one orange. Both small. I pop them into my mouth and chug water from the bathroom faucet. Work.. Please god work..
Don't kill me, you fucking bastard. You love me, I'm your friend, I'm your best friend.

The throbbing in my head decreases, the room goes silent. My mind goes silent. All I hear is the running water, the sound of footsteps in the hallway. Breath.. I breath.
Pausing, I wait for the words to flow back into my head and wrap around my brain.. They don't.
I think they are gone for now...