Prompt: Have you ever drowned in an ocean of words?
You can't find your way out. Even as your mind is thinking over and sorting through words in your head your tongue can't speak them. You trip and fall, stand up again; you stumble through what you were trying to say. But it doesn't make any difference; he doesn't seem to hear them. He just shots more words at you. They hit you hard, and you realise that even though he's already called you these thing a dozen times before, they hurt. You realise as you stare at him, now not making any attempt to defend yourself.
Seeing that you're backing down, he throws them at you faster now. The words spilling smoothly out of him mouth. He lets them flow; spoken properly for the very first time. He was winning an argument for once. And you let him.
You find it hard to think that he could speak anymore faster, but he does. Long words you find hard to understand; too many syllables. You consider how you thought he was so stupid sometimes, and you really notice now that he never was stupid. He was probably even smarter then you. But you just never let him have the chance to show it.
The words that you were thinking about saying slipped from your mind. You let them go, let him say the words that you now know were probably held in him for so long. Just as soon as you're ready to listen, to really listen; he stops. He only just seems to notice that you're not talking, just looking at him; staring. So he stares back at you, his eyes blazing. You can now see the damage he's caused you. It's more than you realised. And now, staring straight into his eyes, you figure out why it hurts so badly.
He must have seen the slight change in your eyes, and you could see him trying to figure out what that must mean. As you stare at him, you can tell he starts to regret. He goes through all the things he said to you, and finds that you didn't say anything back. You know what he's thinking; "Does she see it now? Does she agree with me?"
You can tell more than ever now, that he wants to take back the things that he said. But he won't do it. Not now, his pride is too important for him at this moment. But you think, maybe he'll do it later. If he forgives you, because remember; you were the one who started the whole thing in the first place. You were the first one to call the shot. Now, you know that you're going to be the one to finish it. He wants to, but he doesn't know how. And you're wondering if you're ever going to be able to have a real conversation with him.
Yes, you think, you're going to try. But you also wonder if he'll ever forgive you. That he'll want to have a civil conversation with you, and that he'll want to sit next to you in class, or study with you, or even just sit together in silence. You wonder if he'll want to do that, as much as you suddenly realise you do.
He turns away now, and leaves you standing by yourself in the middle of the deserted corridor. Everyone had soon scattered as you began your shouting match. As you watch him disappear around the corner you let your emotions go. Normally you would scream and occasionally hit the wall. Today though, you just stand there and let the tears fall from your face.
You cry; because words can hurt, and they hurt the most.
