The bath
bomb fizzles into a dull purple that drags me into despair. It surrounds me in
a pool of isolation as I tumble through my thoughts of today – reflected in the
water around me. Why did I say that…? Spite
propels me into regretful shaking that causes my hand to bounce as it lifts
from the water. The slosh of water trickles into my ears as I am bathed in
silence practically seconds after. Silence is a beautiful thing; it basks in
the close loneliness of this world – more powerful than any word.
I find
myself staring into the rapid shivers of my fingers as I swirl in and out of
consciousness. What’s the point? I am
so consumed by each crease and colour of my hands that I fail to hear the
creaking of the bathroom door, breaking the silence. There’s something holding
me now; I’m being shaken back and forth. But I don’t want to wake up – I bring
my hands to my face to draw me to darkness. I scream.
***
It’s the
morning after. My ears are being broken by screams of students and my nose
tingles at the stench of forbidden food. I’m bobbing back and forth as the bus
rolls on- closer toward the mad house known as ‘school’. Desperately, I trace
my eyes along the windows as I search for a way out, but I’m trapped, concealed
even, in between the creatures of noise.
A figure
slumps down beside me with a grin that pierces through my blurry vision. Great! My mind hissed, yet another person who thinks they can ‘fix
me’. The urge to hide in the darkness of my palms is overwhelming, but
acting like that will only make things worse.
“Hey!” A
female voice sings.
I mumble a
pathetic “Hey” in reply, avoiding eye contact with the figure bouncing next to
me. A sigh follows and they begin to talk to the other figures around us. I
relax a little and place my chin onto my cool palm as I stare idly out of the
window. Almost there - only one minute and thirty two seconds to go.
Crunching
on the pebbles of the car park, we roll into the gates of the large asylum that
towers above us. I stumble off the bus and drag my heavy feet toward the door -
the urge to hide compelling me as I near the cobble steps that await me. It
isn’t too long, however, until I find myself standing in the warm main entrance
that wraps me up in fake security. This warmth is soon lost as I step into my
draft-filled class; a cold wind hits me causing a dizziness to swirl across my
eyes. Sitting in my wooden chair, I return to the soothing black of my hands,
blocking out the world that stoops around me.
I hate
figures, they’re so… Pointless. I don’t understand them - I don’t understand
anything. Smiles dance around me all the time - happiness fulfills them all.
That’s what they tell you though, always to be happy. To be brainless. I won’t
be happy though; I won’t fall to that mind-numbing drug.
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