So, I've had a non-stop headache for like weeks now...I've been getting really bad ones lately so I was in my creative writing class and thought, hmmm, I wonder if my headaches mean that I'll be able to read people's minds (doubt it but it might make a good story). So here's my first attempt at writing about super powers:
My head pounds. It’s been going on
like this for days now. It hurts so much that my vision goes blurry. I’m losing
focus. My balance is failing. Silence. Black.
My
eyes flutter open. What happened? My headache is still here. Why won’t it go
away?
“But
Ashley told Jake…” I whip around. I didn’t know other people were here. Why
didn’t they wake me up?
“Hello?
Is anyone there?” No one answers me. I’m alone.
“But
if the biological makeup of bitumen…” I thought I was alone.
“Who’s
there,” I repeat. I still receive no answer. What the hell is bitumen? I try to
call out for who-ever again. “Who’s Ashley? Who’s Jake? What’s bitumen? Hello?”
Silence. Great. I’ve lost my mind. Literally. Still silence. Where are these
voices coming from? I press my fingers to my temple and rub in slow, deliberate
circles. That doesn’t help. I pinch together the skin between my eyebrows and
my nose and I feel the pulsing go through my hand. Pulse, pulse, pulse, beat,
beat, beat like my heart.
My
head feels like someone is crushing it between his or her hands. I try to focus
on my breathing: in and out, in and out. My focus is beginning to fade; my
vision blurs. Silence. Black.
What’s
happening? My eyes begin to focus again. Still alone…or at least I think I am.
I need to get out of here. Let me go home. I push myself off of the library
couch and grab my backpack. Too much studying…it’s finals week…that’s what’s
wrong with me.
I
fling the doors out and walk into the brisk morning. I must’ve spent the night
at the library without even realizing it. I keep my eyes concentrated on the
sidewalk as people pass me by. They’re all trying to talk to me. I didn’t
realize that I knew so many people on campus. But I don’t care what they have
to say. And then I realized that they’re all talking to me.
But
I don’t know them. I don’t know him or her or them. Why are they talking to me?
Why won’t they stop? Stop talking to me. Please, please stop. I was about to
turn to the girl next to me to tell her to shut up when I realized that her
lips weren’t moving.
I
couldn’t tell anyone to shut up because no one was actually talking to me.
