*So tired so tired so tired why did I stay up so late—
Is that the same hoodie he wore yesterday?
Did I brush my teeth? Yes. Wait. Did I?
Coffee coffee coffee I need coffee—
Please don't talk to me this early—
Oh god I forgot to finish that worksheet—
I'm gonna fall asleep in math I already know it—
Why is the hallway so bright who turned the sun on—*
God, noisy as usual, do any of these people shut up? I'm not even in the same room yet, and I can hear all their bullshit. I just wish they'd be quiet for once. Having their thoughts drill into my head isn't doing me any favors. I enter the classroom with a smile on my face. "Good morning, everyone!"
*He looks tired. Did he sleep? Why is the AC always either freezing or broken? There is no in-between. Agh, I should've finished that worksheet—whatever, I'll copy during homeroom. Did I pack my cleats? I swear I put them by the door… unless Mom moved them. Don't talk to anyone. Don't talk to anyone. Just get through today. Saul is cheerful as usual*
So fucking annoying. Every single one of you idiots. I make my way over to my seat. I smile and wave at the people I pass. I need a distraction. "How's it going, Alex? Doing homework?" He jumps up as if I just shocked him, anxious as usual. *Oh god, so embarrassing…* I pick up the pencil he just dropped. Aren't I such a nice person? Alex stutters out a reply to my great kindness. "T-thank you…" I respond. "Of course, it's no trouble. What are you working on?" I spend the rest of homeroom talking to Alex about his drawings. Thanks for being my distraction, Alex.
The day bleeds on. Thankfully, most people don't think too often in class; it's the best break I'll get until I'm home. Mrs. Splinter prattles on about history, thanks for making a boring environment. Seriously, this is my favorite class. Early morning, people are groggy, boring teacher, class nobody cares about, it's mind-numbing in the best way. Even the chatter boxes in class aren't thinking much. The bell rings, and the heads start rolling again.
*Ugh I swear the clock is broken. That was NOT fifty minutes. Do I have enough time to run to my locker? Probably not. I'm doing it anyway. If I don't eat something in the next five minutes I'm biting someone. Why is my backpack so heavy? What did I put in here, a bowling ball? *
The voices are already jumbling together, not to mention the halls filling with students from other classes. So tiring, so annoying, so exhausting, can't everyone just be quiet again?
While people shoot up, bags already in hand, the teacher helplessly calls out. "Make sure to study for our test next class!" Most students are just walking out without a second glance. I respond with a smile. I'm so kind. "Thanks for the reminder. Have a good day." What a perfect, courteous response from me, 12 points to Gryffindor. Mrs. Splinter smiles as I leave. "Thank you, Saul, you have a good day too." *What a niceboy. * Nice? What a funny joke.
It really is annoying, having to hear everyone's thoughts. It isn't even technically hearing; it's more like their thoughts pouring into my head. I can't even read memories or anything, so it's just inconvenient. I can hardly think of my own thoughts when I'm in crowds half the time; that's exactly why I'm sitting alone here on the backstairs for lunch. I could totally sit with friends if I wanted to! It's just inconvenient because of my power! Yeah! …Whatever, at least it's quiet here. I'll just scroll on my phone while I eat. "Don't skip this video-" Boring. "What would happen if you dropped a needle from out-" Boring. Boring. Boring. Boring. Okay, mindlessly scrolling isn't all that fun.
Just when I finish eating, another thought invades my head. *GOD DAMN IT! *Someone's angry… I pop my head out of the door and see a rich girl; she looks familiar. Blonde hair, gruff expression, expensive-looking outfit. *This fucking loser is still bothering me; doesn't he have anything better to do?! * Yeesh, someone's made her mad, huh, guys? Aren't you super curious about what's making her mad? Who the hell am I talking to? Maybe I do need to seriously try to make some friends… "What the hell are you looking at?" That's definitely a look she's giving me. I smile awkwardly, "Ah, sorry for that, I was just curious why you looked so angry, are you okay?" She snaps at me. "Mind your own damn business." Annnnnd she's gone. Crisis averted, I guess. I didn't want to talk to her anyway!
The bell rings, maybe I should just skip class. No, bad idea, my attendance was recorded earlier, and I've already been warned for skipping. No need to draw attention to myself. As I'm making my way to my next class, I hear another person's voice in my head. Again. Always. *It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. * This guy again. One of my less pleasant distractions is hurting himself again. Even if I stop him, he'll keep doing what he's doing. Not worth the trouble. Sorry, Charlie.
The rest of my day was normal. Loud. Obnoxious. The final class was dismissed about 15 minutes ago, and the buses are gone. I'll wait another 30 minutes before heading home. I don't want to come across too many people on my way there. As usual, I head to the courtyard to relax. Normally, it's rather empty, and security doesn't check it until after club activity ends. Not so normal is the fact that some guy is sitting in my spot… what? Why can't I hear him? He looks at me and smiles.
Run. Run. Run. I can't move. My brain is screaming at me. Why can't I move? He's getting closer. What's going to happen? What's going on? Why can't I hear him?! "Hello again." He stabs me. I can't scream. He stabs me again. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. Again. Again. Again. I'm bleeding out. I don't want to die. I don't want to die. "I expected more from one of you. How disappointing." It hurts. It hurts. He lifts his foot over my head, and-
"AHHHHHHHHH!" I shoot up, my heart pounding, my head hurts. It hurts. What just happened?! I look around and realize I'm just in my room. So, it was a dream? How nice. Nice. I'm fine. Creepy bastard was just a dream thing. My phone vibrates with a message; it's from my mother. "I'll be out of town for the week." How informative. I collapse back onto my bed, exhausted. From all the voices, and that sick dream, I really don't want to get up… wait… I got that message from mom in that dream… I check my phone, and it's the same day as before.