My head was pounding. I knew what was going to happen next, and the only thing I can do is just sit against the wall in this empty classroom, and wait.
Then it happened, my chest felt tight, as if it was closing in on itself. My breathing began to change into a quicker pace. My hands along with the rest of my body became unsteady. I gripped my shoulders and hugged my knees to my chest. Resting my head on my knees in an attempt to block out the crowd of kids in the halls. The air was too cold, way too cold.
I heard the door slide open and a voice echoing painfully loud throughout the room.
" Kiyo? "
I heard the door close and foot steps gradually getting closer, making loud noises that hurt my ears.
" Are you okay? What happened? Do you want me to take you to the nurses office? "
I shake my head no, and the person sat down next to me. My vision slowly became black, but the voice was a call voice. Rantaro?
He doesn't talk or do anything, but I can feel his eyes glaring at me.
There was a loud ringing in my ear, as my shaking became more intense. I shut my eyes tightly, and hugged my self.
For what seemed like three hours, but was fifteen minutes in reality. I was able to calm down enough to somewhat function. Rantaro looked at me with sympathy in his eyes. I laid my head on his shoulder, as he wrapped his arms around me.
" You want to talk about what happened? "
" No. "
My voice was weak and cracking, as if I was crying.
" That's fine. "
He looked down at me and smiled his usual, calm, reassuring smile that he always has. I buried my head in is arm, quietly sobbing, but for only two minutes. He ran his fingers through my hair.
" Shhh.. Everything is going to be okay. I promise. "
There he goes again with his soothing voice.
I ended up calming down enough to have control my limbs. Thanks to Rantaro, of course. We both got up and left the classroom.
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I lost all motivation, so my apologies for not finishing this sad excuse for a short story.
Goodbye.
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Amaguji Stories.
Short StoryI didn't want my other book to be just Amaguji and someone, you know who you are, said it was a good idea. So, this is it. There will be a trigger warnings, of course. Also, I'm not good at writing, so my apologies. The pacing may be awful, the cha...
