That day went by slowly. Time slowly crept by, not wanting to skip past him. It wanted to stalk him, wrap around his chest and make it burn. It was the feeling of dread and anxiety that only worsened with every tick of the clock that went by.
His body was itching to escape. His entire being wanted to crawl into this deep, dark hole that could never be found. He wanted to be as far away from this classroom as he possibly could. Itching. Twitching. Wishing.
Anywhere that was away from here.
Away.
Far.
Far.
Away.
Tick, tock.
Twitch.
Tick, tock.
Twitch.
Tick, tock.
B R E A K . . .
YOU ARE READING
Dear Daiki
Random"The good are never easy, the easy never good and loving never happens like you think it really should. Deception and perfection are wonderful traits. One will breed love, the other hate." ---------------------------------------------------------- ...
