Everyone was laughing. But me, I was pouring out tears from my eyes. I was like a waterfall that day. I held my hands to my face to make the tears stop and I tried to stifle the sound that was forcing its way out of my mouth, but its force was too strong. It came out hurt and horrified and once it was let out, getting it back in was out of my control. Voices surrounded me. The voices that caused more drops to fall to the floor and the ones that tried to help were in vain.
I tried using my hands to wipe them away, but for some reason they wouldn’t give. Each hand wipe brought a new waterfall. A weight fell on my shoulder and enfolded me in warmth. I realized the weight, was a person, a kind person. She talked soothing words to me and took my hand into the wilderness. We walked away from the terror, away from the screams and shouts, away from what started my waterfalls. I let my tears fall to the ground and just let them drown.
At last the waterfalls had vanished and I could see my surroundings clearly now. A small space with band aids, names written on containers, and chairs lined up in a row. Posters were hung up about the human body and brain. My teacher had already returned to the classroom, so I was left in the nowhere with the nurse.
The bed under me was incredibly soft and made me want to snuggle up and fall into a deep sleep. A sleep and snuggle that would swallow me up and take me out of this reality. A sleep that would take me away from this cruel world to another, where the words hurt and tears are foreigners to the beings that inhabit it. But my fantasy would never become reality and I knew it.
I blinked my eyes a few times and fought the bed to get up. It didn’t want me to leave and it knew I didn’t want to either. But it knew I had to move on with life and set things right, so it let me go. She sat there across the room, taunting me to come to her. She knew I wanted to see the outcome of myself, but wasn’t brave enough to face what had become of me. She pricked and stabbed me with needles and glass until I had had enough! She peered at me and I glared back at her. She had the same red puffed up mark near her left eye as I and we both had pink noses and cheeks. I stared blankly into her, but she smirked at me. I frowned and told her to go away and she did.
My feet held onto the floor and dragged behind me as I walked. They didn’t want to go back to them. They wanted to stay in the nowhere, where the white space around brought calmness and tranquility. But I pulled them along and told them not to make such a fuss. I had finally gotten to him, but he wouldn’t let me through. He didn’t want to open up and let me into the wilderness again, back to them. He felt pity for me. I begged him and asked him nicely to let me through and so reluctantly he did.
I trudged through the wilderness for hours and each step I took I heard him tell me to turn back around and leave. But I ignored his pleas and cries and entered back into their world. The door to their world was all too generous and kind to let me back in. He even winked and laughed at me. I could feel the door from the no where’s pain and heat rushing, but I told him to stay put as to not cause any more trouble.
I entered and silence dusted them. I lowered my head and tried to not make any eye contact, but one of the voices tried to trip me. My feet caught her before I did and saved me from laughter and embarrassment. But I had to move quickly away afterwards because one of them tried to kick her. I told him to behave and use his manners.
Some of the voices came towards me and asked if I was okay. It was a very nice thing for them to do and would have cheered me up if they didn’t start to snicker and laugh at me right afterwards. Look at her face they said and why didn’t she hit her back. One of them replied because she is a crybaby. Crybaby, crybaby, that’s all I could hear from them. At last I made it to her and collapsed in her arms.
She hugged me and told me it was going to be alright. I laid my head down on her hard surface and began writing on a worksheet. She was very kind as usual and let me place my books on top of her and made sure my seat was comfortable. At lunchtime, I brought my lunch upstairs and ate with her. She put a smile back on my face by telling me jokes and hilarious stories. I never knew she could be so funny. I was able to finish my day without running into anymore of the voices.
The bell rung and told me now was my chance to escape from them. I was free, I could go home! I grabbed my bag and belongings and headed out the door, but he tried to stay shut and not let me out. So I yanked him open. I ran out into the wilderness and my feet moved swiftly across the ground. They were jumping for joy. We were almost out, had almost escaped, but she stopped us in our tracks. No, it couldn’t be her. Not now, after I had avoided her all day.
Why did the tormentor have to show up now? The one who gave me the red mark on my face. The one who’s dominions cheered her on to hurt me ever since I arrived to the wilderness. The one who throws mean and hurtful sentences and words at me. Why, was she still here?! I felt my face become hot. My fists tightened together and my feet wanted to run towards her. But I said no. I would not fight back with violence and I would not promote it. I turned around and walked away from her.
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