It was pouring outside. The sky was dark as night and everyone in the class was quiet; either studying for the approaching exams or catching up on their sleep. The pin drop silence was occasionally disturbed by lightening or the high pitched giggling of the two girls in the front row reading Shakespeare to each other.
Rhea wanted to punch the wall and also disappear into it. Like always, she had ruined her day by picking up a fight with her best friend, even if it was about her not liking Severus Snape and her best friend loving him. She had picked up a fight and a fight was a fight; yes, with flailing hands and a lot of swearing. She had let her anger get more of her. And what was most appalling was, that her best friend had called James Potter a sissy!
My nightmares are filled with whispers and laughter
Of every human being I’ve known till now
They are branded everywhere on my skin,
Reminding me again and again of what a coward I am.
Sometimes they are white noises,
But sometimes they are loudest than ever before
Forcing me to kneel and beg for forgiveness
Apologise for the wrong I hadn’t done
Feel sorry for a mistake I hadn’t committed
Like how the base feels through your skin
And makes its presence be felt
Just in a very, very, very agonising way.
It collects in you
The burden of their ugly laughter keeps collecting on your back
The chest pain starts accelerating
Pressure stars building up behind your eyes,
Your throat become sore and dry
Your insides wrinkle onto whatever air is left within you
Your muscles break with the tension of keeping your body upright
When you are just curling around whatever you have left in you
To ground you and hold you but you’re losing it
It’s building and building up inside you
And you are too afraid to let go
And then it is too late because when you hear
“Are you fine?”
Your insides burst into a million pieces
And get scattered around your vulnerably bare soul
Like the stars in the wide, infinite universe.
Like the stars in the wide infinite universe.