An intense rush of adrenaline courses through my veins, inching farther down my body. It grows stronger with every passing second but I am unable to move. I yearn to screech with everything inside me, to remove myself from this bed of Hell, but unmistakably, I cannot free myself from the rusted chains, no matter the effort I put into it. I tense as the inferior epinephrine moves its way back up my body, still growing vigorously more unbearable. Im not sure how much more of this I can take. Without instructing it to, I feel a sharp pain as my back arches to a point I had no idea I could manage. Finally, without further warning, I release a loud cry.
The adrenaline rush suddenly turns into electric pulses. Every muscle in my body was being repeatedly electrocuted. My muscles felt like they were decaying at that very moment. A piercing flood of pain stabbing my legs, back and neck. Almost as if they were broken, ripped apart. Unable to sustain it any longer, I let free the most ear-splitting roar of pain before finally giving in.
Thats when it disappeared.
A loud thud coming from my body as it pounds onto the table, feeling the agonizong pain slip away my very fingertips almost immediately. As I continue to stare at the ceiling, gasping for breath, I come to the realization that this was just another attack coming from the outside and that it was now over...and hopefully will be for a long period of time.
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"Mizuwi San?"
"Present."
I scramble all of my gatherings lay infront of me on my desk. I did not get much sleep but somehow still managed to be late for school. My first period of the day is by far my most irritating not just because its early morning, but I sit infront of one of the most preppy, bitchy girls in the school, Yuri-Chan. Flawless complexion, perfect makeup, kept hair, overly elegant school uniform and a horrible amount of perfume fitting her description. I differentiate from most students at this school. Unlike most, my outfit is washed once a week along with my hair. I just throw it up and call it a day if you want the truth. To much effort to put into such a pointless task. Who shall I yearn to impress?
The bell rings, sending me off to my next period. As I continue to pace myself, ignoring the ranting, gossiping and flirting that fills the school hallways, I turn to find an unidentified hallway with a strange male figure standing alongside an unknown door. The figure slowly turns his head to look at me, giving off an aura of greed. A smile pierces his face as he quickly looks the other direction, almost vanishing in a matter of seconds.