The sky was darkening and Joey knew he had work tonight. It was Thursday, which meant he was at the movie theatre, playing films. He'd asked for a behind the scenes job, so no one would know. It wasn't too bad, he got to see all the latest releases for free. However after 12, the films got a little more…interesting and some of the viewers would resort to doing…interesting…things…whilst watching. It was amusing in a creepy kind of way. As he played the movie alone, it also gave him chance to nap. He smiled, it wasn't too bad.
He arrived 5 minuets early, placing his bags near the chair. He set up the film and began rolling the adverts. During this time he picked out the film and set it up, ready to play. Not liking the title, he chose to slip an ibuprofen and a Paxil before having a nap. Despite feeling a little dizzy, he was a little better. Screw Kaiba, what did he know anyway?
Screw Kaiba? Now that was an interesting thought. He pondered upon it for a moment, the idea of running his hands over the brunet's lithe body, kissing him roughly and allowing him to…what the fuck? He must have hit his head harder than he thought. Kaiba was the last person on the planet he would fuck. And he was a guy. Fuck that noise.
He laid his head in his hands, allowing his eyes to drift close. It was a 3 hour film, so he set his phone alarm to vibrate 10 minuets before the end. He could then switch the films and continue to sleep. He drifted into darkness, finally pleased at the shut eye he was getting. It was perfect.
On queue the alarm buzzed and the sleepy blond changed the films over. He then reset the alarm, and fell asleep again. It was heaven. Pills, sleep and no worries. Thursday had been a good day. He wouldn't go home tonight again, maybe he father would calm down. Instead he would use the employee showers and go straight to school. He had had 7 hours sleep, which was brilliant. More than he usually got. He slipped another 2 pills, instantly feeling better, just knowing that he'd taken them. He walked to school and was there early for once. Perfect. He could do his homework now and he wouldn't even get in trouble. It was all so brilliant.
The shrill sound of the bell pulled him from his maths problems. His teacher walked in, and it wasn't until then that Joey noticed the class had also entered. No one had spoke to him, which was unusual, but he didn't care. No one asked where he had been yesterday, but he didn't care. Sod them all. He could hear the whispers behind his back and the burning eyes of intrusive students. He closed his eyes. He was stronger than this. He was Joey Wheeler, he managed 3 jobs, an abusive father, he had won duels, fought suicide and murder, and he had escaped gangs. A few whispers and childish gossip meant nothing to him. It was nothing compared to what he'd been through, and what he would have to tolerate yet. The best bit of all was that it was finally Friday. Tomorrow would be spring break. He could begin to set up for his future, set up his life and find something to look forward for. Yes, he was strong. He looked around as the whispers got louder, and the teacher's voice became a void blur. Suddenly, he could feel all eyes on him, noises from every mouth talking about him, talking about their hate for him, how much he disgusted them. He could feel their icy words rip through his skin and shred at his heart. It's true he was never massively popular but everyone liked him because he was a fun guy, nice to be around. A nagging voice in his head began screaming at him about how it was all his fault, how maybe, if he had died on Wednesday night, this wouldn't be happening. The voice changed…it would be happening if he died. They'd all be sat here talking about how glad they are that the blond was no more. Joey's head began to throb, the walls seemed to close in on him and the noises became louder. He felt dizzy and sick and afraid. He didn't know what was going on and why everyone was being so loud…how whispers could be so loud…he had to get out…he had to move, but he was frozen, bound by his body which he could see…he wasn't there any more. He was watching himself sit, staring into space, unmoving, his brown eyes haunted with terror. He watched himself become clammy and sweat, although he could feel none of it. He closed his eyes, trying to shut everything out…he was Joey Wheeler, he was strong. He could do this…it was easy. He was strong, I am strong.
'Hey, snap out of it, class is over.' His eyes suddenly focused again and his racing breathing calmed.
'Kaiba?'
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Hey.
Little bit different, less speech but Kaiba is slowly becoming more important.
Please R&R.
I would be interested to hear from anyone who had anxiety. I have panic attacks but I don't feel it's enough knowledge to write everything out well. So anyone with first hand experience is greatly appreciated.
Please R&R
Much loves
AB
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