Thump
My chest hurt. So did my sinuses for that matter. The biowaste trickling down my back made short work of any kind of sensory input that I could've hoped to depend on. The physical agony of my cramping limbs and aching body was a pale imitation of the mental anguish I was experiencing. The strain was too much for me to handle, I wasn't capable of tolerating it.
Thump
It itched and ached, the skittering of the more vibrant biology put in here pit-pattering about me. Like they were cocooning me, crawling in my skin and settling down. I think I felt safe there, in the waste and disgust. There was nothing further for me, there was no lower I felt I could go. As far as high school bullying went, this took the cake, first prize, and kicked the seat out from under second as well. I really had, well and truly, hit rock bottom.
Thump
And then, I heard it. Voices, words, sounds, syllables and rhythms, emotions one and all. I heard it, echoing down the hall, into the locker, the door seeming to rattle with it as the words shook through, before they caressed my earshell.
"What was her name again?"
TWIN CREATURES OF BEAUTIFUL ORGANIC HOME-GROWN CRYSTAL WITH NO GMO'S SPIRALED THROUGH THE VOID
DESTINATION! AGREEMENT!
DESTINATION! AGREEMENT!
And then the school exploded as a tiny flaming stealth pebble was shat down from heaven at terminal velocity.
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