Overcome with exhaustion, I feel a wave of heat pass by while I remain left to stare at this blank, unanswered sheet of paper, expecting for me to write down all the answers I know.
I watch the clock tick, nearly convinced that it was spinning faster than ever before.
The sweat trickling down my neck does little to bother me, as I just watch the time speed by faster as my thoughts continue to pace.
It's too much for me to bear.
This is just all a mindless dream, and instead of being confined in these stone walls, I'm at home. The scent of fresh flipped pancakes in the air, with mom still struggling to rip me from the bed. That's where I want to be, and yet…
There's a tugging sensation surrounding my neck. It must be an invisible rope, slowly tightening itself around a vulnerable part of my body, waiting for me to finally see blackness. I'm being killed by something that doesn't truly exist, and the thought of that proceeds the rope to cling on even stronger than before.
If only I was dead, would I no longer be reminded by these painful emotions. Being dead meant I would feel nothing, see nothing, and be nothing. The thought of being dead is an intoxicating feeling. Did I really want to feed the torment, or would I rather give up my entire being just to numb this temporary aching?
I gaze at Levi. His raven shade of hair, piercing grey eyes, and intimidating scowl usually left some people wanting more. Most people feared him, his words, and the way he could kill your self-esteem without even trying. Despite what others said, he wasn't as perfect as he appeared, and I was the only one who noticed.
He was dead inside, just like me, and that was all it took for me to love him.