Greeks Bearing Gifts
A/N: Yes, this is based on the Torchwood episode by the same name. No, it's not exactly the same thing, though it is the same concept. Don't flame me saying that 'oh, i totally copied off TW' unless you've actually read though more than one (small) chapter. Seriously. lol.
And I'm trying a new writing style. The thought pattern is quite similar to Stephen King's. Just FYI.
Prologue
(god shes ugly)
(id really love to take you to my room and throw you up against a wall and--)
(i gotta hurry and finish this fucking vocab before the bell rings)
It was overwhelming. My head was swimming in the minds of other people, picking up everyone's thoughts in the cafeteria at once until it began to meld together in a single buzzing
(like bees)
noise. I couldn't distinguish my own thoughts from others' and my vision was beginning to blur in a bright bluish-purple light. My head was pounding from the inside out, as if there was something, like a volcano, ready to erupt, and
(bees sounds like a bunch of bees my god is he okay he looks like hes gonna pass out check out that nice piece of ass god she really pisses me off i should just dump her i can't breathe KILL THESE GODDAMN BEES MAKE THEM STOP!!)
I knew I had to get out of the cafeteria, the school even, or I would pass out. I knew I had to try to get Kenny and Stan to help me, even though the three of us weren't exactly on the best of terms right now.
I tried to push back the wave of nausea that hit me as I stood, looking around for Kenny. I knew he wasn't nearly as mad at me as Stan was.
I tried to keep my balance as much as I could, trying to find my second closest friend of almost fifteen years.
(oh god hes gonna faint should somebody call 911 jesus christ maybe we can ditch class then serves him right for eating the cafeteria food KYLE!!!!)
The last voice hit me like a 90-mph fastball thrown right at my head. The voice was so clear and distinct that the other voices seemed to recede to the background for a few moments. I knew exactly who it was. My mind vaguely registered the sound of footsteps before someone lifted my chin.
I saw Wendy, my closest girl-friend, with an odd expression on her face.
"You okay?" she asked me verbally, but I could hear everything she wasn't saying.
(god whats wrong with him this time hes such a whiny little drama queen somtimes im really hungry cant his little episode wait hes probably faking he might not be no he is so his little knight in shining armor Stan can come to his rescue god he can be such a fag sometimes)
I blinked, hearing every word slice through my mind like a pointed dagger.
(et tu Brute?)
My best girl-friend of three years, who I looked upon as a sister thought I was a 'drama queen' and a 'fag.' She thought I was faking (or was obviously not concerned about my well-being) and didn't seem to care at all if I were to pass out at her feet. Did she really hate me that much?
Her mouth was moving again, but I could no longer hear the words. My ears were once again filled with the loud
(bees KILL THOSE GODDAMN BEES!!)
buzzing noise. I tried to find Kenny and Stan, not hearing the sound of my own voice anymore, mentally or verbally. It occurred to me that they were still angry at me and probably wouldn't answer my call anyway.
If Wendy, Kenny, or Stan couldn't help me, no one could.
I never felt so alone.
That was the last thing I remember thinking as my mind slipped into unconsciousness.
A/N: I'm trying something new. It's a humor/angst/drama/romance/sci-fi. Hope ya'll like it!!
And yes, as is usual with me, it WILL be a Style. :D
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