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  • Taken back
  • Walking through school was like walking through a line in prison. Constant whispering, yelling and screaming, the finger pointing adding to it all. Eyes glaring and poking your soul like a little thorn. Grabbing my thoughts and intentions, throwing them out the window to never be found again. My pain coursed through my veins, doing flips of all kinds as I had no clear ideas of what or where I was to do or go. The lockers sound amplified as the haunting sound of metal on metal slammed together making the horrific crashing noise.
  • My pupils dilated, palms sweat and my grip tightened as continued to dive deeper into the hall.  Little girls walked past me, they might as well have been gang members as I shutterd past them. The exit was near fighting forward to avoid any exchange of looks or contact as I knew what would follow. Shutting down in front of people to their own amusement was not my goal. 
  • Shuffling through I was able to make it out. Entering the large square of the middle school I cracked. Standing still my eyes glazed. I felt like I had a plastic bag over my head being choked by a strong man. Questions lit up and soared past my face of what was wrong. My brain began to turn cold. I knew I was losing the fight, my heart was exploding, my knees buckled and my grip was gone. I had given up letting the fear consume my everything. My everything was gone and I was now nothing but and empty person. A sack of flesh with no context. The anxious lifestyle was now forever gonna be my life
  • Then I heard a voice say my name from the end of the hall
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