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You’re in your English class and are watching the seconds tick by. It's a Monday, where each class is less than an hour, as it always is. You twitch. There is nothing really to be done on monday, other than waiting for classes to end and to go home, weather gets hotter and hotter as spring comes to a near end, and you are waiting in your English class. You twitched.
You pass the time by reading stories, stories that are made by an audience for a particular series, their wishes, their thoughts, their hopes for the series to turn out how they wanted to, but didn’t. You twitch. Their ideas permeate each chapter and they bring color to imagined scenarios, you smile and react to their words, whether it's anger, sadness, joy, etc. you've read thousands of stories by now and yet you are still waiting in your english class.
Your thoughts wonder, as much as you love your stories you can't help but get bored of them after a while. You twitched. You don't like how your thoughts roll around your head at this time, as they become darker and darker, they get more intrusive, they seep from your subconscious into the forefront of your mind.
You twitch and twitched, the twitches don't stop, whether you're in your bed, in class, whether you're stiff, or when you're relaxed, they don't stop. The twitches make you jerk your head, so fast and hard they make your head and spine hurt, headaches form and migraines come in and out.
The twitches make your legs jerk hard, violent enough that it makes you sore the next day, you worry that you’re making too much noise.
The twitches make you uncontrollably pop your joints, even when they have no air to give a pop and crackle. Your fingers feel stiff and weak each time, your shoulders rarely give pops, all you hear from them is quiet thuds each time and you can't stop trying to get them to pop, you just can't. Your thoughts wonder and you're sitting in your English class.
As they get more intrusive, you can't help but think of the what ifs, what if your twitches make your head jerk a little harder, a little faster, a little more intense, and the last thing you hear is a crack and feel all consuming pain before the goes black, your body slumps and nobody notices, they think you fell asleep, until the bell rings and someone tries to wake you up, a classmate? A teacher? It doesn't matter, they'll quickly realize they can't as your head lolls and shows the blood leaking out of your mouth, your eyes are dulled and have a fish like quality to them, you think they’ll panic before fumbling and calling for an ambulance.
You don't know how your friends would react, would they even notice? Would they find out by seeing your body, the news or your mom telling your best friend what happened and then spreading the news to your friend group. Your heart hurts at the thought of them never noticing, about not even being worth a passing glance to them.
Twitch, twitch… twitch……… twitch. . . . . . :)
You jerk away from your thoughts, your surroundings blurred as you hear the bell ring. You forgot you were in your class, you feel a bit lost but nonetheless, you stumble out of your seat and shakailly gather your things. You head upstairs towards your next class, you feel like you’ve aged a hundred years in that little English class.
. . . . .You take a seat in your geometry class, not ready to go through the cycle again.