And I never knew how much oxygen can hurt. Every time I force the stuff into my lungs, it burns my chest, like I'm pouring rubbing alcohol straight over my heart. Exhaling is even worse, because the air comes back out and I feel empty all over again. And it never gets any easier.
Didn't Mrs. Sheedy once say in biology that parts of our brains kept tabs on functions like that? Our brains remind our bodies to blink and breathe every so often, to keep us alive. It seems as if that part of my brain has died away, just like the rest of me.
Maybe my brain has simply turned traitor.
I find that I can't sleep anymore either. I always used to think sleep was troublesome and a waste of time, but a necessary inconvenience. Now I keep running from my drooping eyelids, terrified that if I let go for one moment, I will forget to breathe. And even more terrified of what lies in store for me. My mutinous mind won't seem to leave me alone, no matter what I do to avoid this. It's always there, in the shadows, not quite acknowledged but not completely forgotten either.
But I suppose Dr. Caine wants to know something about my first day at a new school. So here goes.
George Clarence High School isn't much different from your typical American high schools. I didn't find anything special about it, anyway. I don't know if I really expected anything, but if I did, GCHS didn't surprise me at all.
I met a girl in my homeroom class. She's nice. She walked me to my classes, sat with me at lunch and offered her notes if I ever needed them. But there's something about her that makes me uneasy. She's just so...eager. Everywhere she went today, I noticed people going up to her and asking her for help and she would willingly do so, no matter what it was. And even when it was obvious that they were using her, she didn't mind.
She must be stupid or she must be a saint. I'm going to go with the former.
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The above was for a story I'm working on. I hope you enjoyed it. :)
Ciao.
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