He sat in school, sleeves pulled to his knuckles, his face settled in blankness. His earphones blasting waves of music that tugged his thoughts away more painful things. Pen moving in time with said thoughts, creating swirling curls that cascaded over the page. They tapped his shoulder and he smiles, agreeing with the last thing he heard before turning back. Letting his face melt back into that same blankness. Feelings of turmoil and sadness has fallen away long ago, leaving him alone in the dark with just the numb feeling of tiredness.
He lay in bed at night, don't be mistaken it wasn't sad, no tears. Each second that passed he retracts a little more into his mind, feeding off thoughts that he knows he should push away.
Isolation and consultation.
Words floating over his head, pain, ribs, cracked, mental, weight, losing, memories.
But he just smiles to himself, finding irony in how fucked he is. His most used word is what.
Retraction and abilitation.
His mind feels dark and unyielding, like a mold that has been set with concrete, all those thoughts not giving him a choice.
And so he retracts into his mind, hiding away.
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Portals To Another World
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