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I found a wonderful bunny!

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"Speaking"

'Thoughts'

It started as a twinge of pain in my forehead.

'Oh no' I thought.

'Not here! Not now!'

It's happening again.

I'd been having bad headaches the last few weeks, they've been getting worse. Not increasing in number, but in intensity, they happen around every day or so. I've been lucky the past few times, I had been alone when it happened. They'd escalated into migraines. I would see spots, almost scream, writhe in agony, alone in my room. Today it was during class. I had just finished my last exam, the last one of the day that is, I had more tomorrow. I was bored. I had braided my hair, practiced my fingerings for my baritone final on my desk, and now I was just sitting there, holding my head in my hands. I bit back a scream, trying not to make noise. Test environment after all. I felt like several people were trying to drill holes into my head at the same time with heavy duty electric drills. Dewalt drills.

Something trickled into my eye.

I looked at my hand.

Blood.

Copious amounts of blood all over my palm.

Crap. Someone's going to notice.

"Sarah? Are you ok?"

I looked over to the side, my eyes wide.

Nadine screamed, pointing at me.

Everyone noticed.

Then others started screaming.

Some froze, some ran away. The teacher, Mr. Drew, ran over to me. He knelt down in front of me, grabbing my shoulder, looking into my eyes.

"Are. You. O. K?" said forcefully.

I looked at him, frightened. The pain still there. I'm trying so hard to scream, shredding my lip to pieces. As soon as I opened my mouth to reply, my breath wouldn't work. I was trying to talk but I couldn't. I also tried to shake my head no, but it hurts so much, so much.

He got the message.

"Bianca! Call 911! Erica! Go notify the office! Gabe! Give me your jacket, we need to stop this bleeding."

He took charge.

Bianca got out her ever-present cell, and Erica ran out the door. Gabriel took off his sweater and gave it to Mr. Drew. He pressed it to my forehead, where I think the blood was coming from. I had gone into shock, no longer holding in my screams, I was shrieking a bloodcurdling wail, jarring the rest of the class, who had escaped into the hallway. Mr. Drew was still applying pressure to the now blood-soaked jacket, which was being held to my forehead still. I stopped screaming, hyperventilating now, trying to talk.

"T-t-tell my f-family i-I l-l-love t-them."

I don't remember anything past that.

I know, I'm evil, and I gave teasers galore.

You don't even know what in the world she looks like!

I'm special.

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