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