The Average Teen
Voices jumble through my head. The teacher continues to instruct this nonsense. The students cry out answers and chat amongst themselves. I can't take this…The voices, they get louder. I don't know what to do, don't know what to think. Someone help me, take me away from this hell.
In my mind, I see King. I see all the secrets that I'm holding back. I can't take this.
"So Peter, what's the answer?" Mrs. Fancini asks. I look up, being pulled out of my trance.
"I don't know, have one of them do it, they seem so eager to help." I say as I gesture towards the other students. All is silent for but a moment, and that moment was one of pure ecstasy. To have silence, to have peace; how I long for peace. Yet I keep fighting, fighting this battle inside.
'King, if only I could tell you…' Then the class nonsense begins again. The voices travel into my ears, flooding them like streams of sound. I drift back to my own world again, or I at least try. The voices continue, getting louder once more.
The images inside my mind's eye begin to crack. Each and every sound I hear cracks them more. 'Stop…' I think as they begin to break. 'Stop..!' The images of King fall apart, my mind begins to crumble. "Stop…" I mutter out loud this time. The voices continue to heighten in sound. "24! Cosine of 7x squared! Radical 5 over 2!"
The images finally shatter to pieces. One. "Stop." Two. "Stop it!" Three. "STTTOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPP!"
I feel it. All eyes on me; cold glares etching themselves into my mind. I get up, taking my things. I leave in silence, which was all I ever wanted. But for now, it's time to go. No one attempts to stop me, they all know better. "King, why can't I tell you?"