Atelophobia

Ch.1

“Charlie” Mr. Anderson said 

“Charlie” he repeated once again

I hear him

I just want to ignore everything that roams in the outside world.

Therefore ignoring my science teacher. 

“Charlie!!” he repeated way louder

I look up at Mr.Anderson, then I quickly look back down regaining my thoughts.

“Who was the main writer of the Declaration of Independence"

Those words rang in my brain over and over again.

I hear the students in my class whisper about me

"is she going to speak"

"Speak up Mute" 

I know the answer, I do.

"T-Thomas Jefferson" I said quite proud that I spoke up in class. I smile as I look up.

Everyone in the class turns and stares at me.

Even Mr.Anderson looks at me.

The kids in my class all stare at me once again.

"she opened her mouth"

"the mute talked"

"okay.. enough talking,close your mouth"

My smile quickly fades

My breathing quickens 

I start shaking 

I grab my bag and run out the door without an explanation.

I run into the girls bathroom and sit there in a small ball shaking violently.

Why did I do that 
Why am I such a freak 

Can I just answer a simple question without freaking out 

My lungs are hurting by now 

I remember that I put my pills in my bag, so I open them up and pop two into my mouth. 

After a little while I start to clam down

Inhale....

Exhale... 

      

I walk out of my stall and look in the mirror to wipe my mascara off as well as re-apply. 

 I don’t understand people

let alone myself

Or the need for love or a companion to lift them up in desolate times.

I know I will never be good enough 

I am imperfect 

That scares me 

I just wish I could be normal

The bell rings

I close my eyes and walk out the door