Drip
The steady plunk of the faucet was the only thing keeping me sane in this horrid moment.
Drip
As chaos whirled all around I forced myself to focus only on those drops. The rhythm entrancing and safe. Starkly in opposition to the backdrop of noise.
Drip
I knew today would be overwhelming. A school fair being a prime location for many sensory overloads. But I was determined to at least see the booth I had worked so hard on.
Drip
Nestled snugly in the center of science lab A was my pride and joy, a small makeshift jewelry shop. Each item decorated with the tightly wrapped paper beads our group had labored for hours over. Painstakingly arranging the trinkets into something we found at least somewhat presentable.
Drip
It was too much. I gripped the faucets handle with white knuckles, the seam on the dainty steel knobs biting into my palms. I forced the dripping to stop and clamped damp hands over both of my ears. Letting out a squeak of frustration I let myself fall to the floor,knees to my chest. I rocked myself , not caring who saw the outburst. This is what they expected from me regardless of my best efforts to get better.
Nothing could lessen the scratching sound of 30 voices all catering and clawing themselfes into my head. I clicked my tongue, trying to establish some rythem to latch on to. Something constant within the many curves of conversation. Yet i knew it was a feeble thought. The only way to stop this onslaught of noise was to escape.
