I clutched the icebag firmly as i limped after the tour guide. She didnt even bother to slow down or offer help, but who could blame her? She had to guide one of the wealthiest but unfortunate excuse for a school EVER around a small cave that was discovered to be a "Hidey-Hole" for slaves back in the early 40's......and frankly we didnt give a fuck.
I felt senseless as i hobbled along; like if a rhino charged at me i wouldnt notice it until i got hit.
The Irish school guys-i still didnt know the name of the school- was making a good impression on the girls of NANS. The boys were gorgeous of course, i wish i had the balls to even glance at them, better yet talk to them.
A few had asked me what had happend to my face but a random girl would interupt my answer with a
"Dont talk to her, shes a freak"
Did it hurt my feelings?
Nah, i was used to it.
Since that day i was known as the freak.
Hobble, hobble, hobble.
I hummed a random tune.
I risked a glance back over my shoulder to look out of the damp cave. Grass covered most of the view, swaying in the light breeze. The sky was filled with dark purple clouds, so predictably, a storm was coming. I loved storms...they made me sleepy and peaceful.
When i noticed that someone was looking my way my head shot straight back and my eyes narrowed at the guide. She was explaining some wierd carvings that no one bothered to listen to. It made me feel guilty that i wasnt bothering either. Considering im the "outcast" i should probably make my statememnt someway. Athletics or art...anything really, but im known as the freak...whats the point?
I felt a strong breeze and a fume hit me like a punch in the face.
I stiffled a cough. Dont draw attention.
I heard a cough at the back of the crowd and hearing that caused me to have a coughing fit for no reason. Just a burning sensation just ran threw me forcing its way out my mouth.
I squeazed my eyes shut and hacked blood out of my mouth. A piercing ring caused me to clutch my ears in horror. Oh, the pain. Thats when i noticed i was not only bleeding out my mouth, but also my ears and any hole in my body.
The ringing didnt stop, but intensify. Jesus Christ. More pain, just my luck. Why couldnt God just kill me?
I vaughly noticed that someone else was also throwing a fit.
Was i having an alergy attacj. Were we-me and this mystery person- having an alergic reaction?
I began wailing.
I didnt understand why but a deep longing grew insisde me.
I longed for something more then my life. Something that valued way more. Shockingly i didnt know what it was.
My longing grew intense. I couldnt breathe. All i knew didnt make sense anymore. This boy-yes boy- i need him. I need him. I need him.
I went numb.
