Dib flinched. He dug his nails deep into his flesh to keep him from jumping. He muttered something, and proceeded to bite his lip so hard that it dug into his flesh and a weak trail of blood fluttered down his cheek.
Outside. Outside. Outside. Outside.
He was outside. The cool air splashed on his face made him shutter more, his skin paled to the point where he looked like some D-list actor in his mid-thirties damned to play some sappy vampire character.
He was alone.
Again.
No one dared to get near him, no one even picked on him anymore. But he preferred the yelling over the silence, because now he can hear his demons loud and clear.
Find him.
Now.
Go.
Stop him.
Fight him.
Expose him.
Him. Him. Him. Him.
He couldn't take it!
The green skin that reddened in anger after Dib was victorious for one in his life. He longed to feel victorious for real. He didn't want his brain to have to work overtime to only make him crazier.
He yelled at the empty seat next to him. He spoke insanities to the world. Gaz didn't give a damn about his health. She only cared about that game. That stupid game. His dad was never home. And sometimes, it felt as if he was going to leave just like mom did.
His eyes twitched. He scratched them, but his hands lingered on his face for a while. He shuttered.
NO!
He mouthed the word.
He couldn't take his mind anymore.
He smiled though; he smiled as a pleasant though came to his mind. He was coming.
His green tormentor would be coming soon. Then people would talk to him again. He didn't mind the yelling. He just couldn't take the silence in him mind.
The school bell rung, and he calmly made his way back into the zoo known as skool.
Screw this! He thought. When the green one comes, I will show everyone, and I wouldn't have to take the silence anymore.
But the hallways where packed, Mrs. Bitters was a bitch, and his classmates still taunted him. But it was okay. He deserved it in a way, but the silence still dawned in his mind…
The quiet of his life.
How every day was a re-run of the last.
He needed something different. He needed something now.
He looked up to the sky. He wasn't sure how much more he could take.
He would give life another chance. Another week.
He couldn't go on living life emptily.
As he walked up the school steps, the September wind made his weirdly shaped hair bounce; he was back to his meaningless book.
Chapter 5. 6th grade.
Author's Note:
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