Detached

A clock ticks on the wall.

All the other kids are talking.

I can’t think.

I can’t focus.

I’m lost.

Detached from the world.

I look up, and see someone leaning against the wall.

I know them…but how?

They’ve been following me for a week now.

I still don’t know how I know them.

They’re not real.

I know this.

But…they seem so real.

More real, in fact, than the other people around me.

Is this a dream?

More like a nightmare.

A clock ticks on the wall.

Fainting Goat

UT

14 years old

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