The Letters of an Autophobic
chapter 1: what sickens me the most
12......13......14....15....is it 15?
My body is swelling, but I can't feel if they stopped punching me. My body feels a bit numb and I closed my eyes. All I saw was black with orange spots from the sun shining through my eyelids. I heard laughter....and I felt panic. I lost count of how many times I got a blow to the stomach. What did I ever do? I never did anything... I don't think. I think I just sat down by the bus stop... I heard a joke, I laughed a bit, and then I ended up here. Where's my twin brother... where was Nathan when I needed him. I turned over as I heard the laughter cease and the footsteps fade off. I tried to stand, but only ended up puking on the cement.
I fell back down
The cold concrete was my pillow
The freezing breeze my only protection.
The blackness... taking my in for shelter.
I wanted friends....I wanted to be with someone.
Anyone.
I hate high school.
My body is swelling, but I can't feel if they stopped punching me. My body feels a bit numb and I closed my eyes. All I saw was black with orange spots from the sun shining through my eyelids. I heard laughter....and I felt panic. I lost count of how many times I got a blow to the stomach. What did I ever do? I never did anything... I don't think. I think I just sat down by the bus stop... I heard a joke, I laughed a bit, and then I ended up here. Where's my twin brother... where was Nathan when I needed him. I turned over as I heard the laughter cease and the footsteps fade off. I tried to stand, but only ended up puking on the cement.
I fell back down
The cold concrete was my pillow
The freezing breeze my only protection.
The blackness... taking my in for shelter.
I wanted friends....I wanted to be with someone.
Anyone.
I hate high school.