Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Laughter is the Best Medicene-By Susan Thomas

     I just couldn't take it anymore. It was the same thing every single day. I could just not attend, but that would be letting them win. I would not let these vulgar people win. I would win, I vowed to myself as their laughter seemed to echo in my ears.
     It was gym class and the teacher hadn't graced us with his presence yet. So the others usual faviorate past time was just getting started. They would surround me in a circle and laugh at me while pointing out flaws I was already sensitive about. They'd laugh at the scar on my arm or the mole on my cheek. Things that were out of my control. They'd just laugh and laugh making me feel tinier and tinier by the second. They made me feel so small that at times I felt like I could hide in a shoe box.
     This session of laughter was a little different. My fantasies begin to mix with reality. It was common place for me now to picture all the different ways I could kill them. I could stop imagining anytime I like usually, except for this time. For some reason the gruesome pictures weren't disappearing. A pool of blood was at my feet. Laughter had turned into screams of terror.  I smacked my head to make the images go away, but to my surprise my hand smeared something hot and sticky all over my face. I looked down at my hands and noticed they were covered in blood.
     I screamed as I tried harder to make the images go away. I could hear others screaming for help and for some reason I was moving towards them. Next thing I knew there was silence and then the teacher walked in. I heard him exclaim: "Dear God What have you done?"
     I spaced out and when I was aware of where I was I was in the back of a police car. I looked out the car window and saw them carrying bodies out in black bags.
     "Dear God the images won't stop! Make them stop!"
     A officer turned around and looked at me. He bent down and pointed at me angrily from the other side of the door. "You shut up! You've done enough!"
     Was this man saying I actually carried out my dark fantasies. Of course not. I was simply having a really bad dream. I would wake up any time now and find that it was time to go to school.

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