Deep Within

Forelsket

(n.) the euphoria you experience when you are first falling in love.

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Emma

I blink, close my eyes, and blink again.

Streaks of sunlight that penetrates through the window made me instantly brought my hands closer to my face. Adapting to the dazzling light when you're lying down facing directly towards the clear glass, feels almost impossible. I needed to crunch my eyebrows down to fully open my eyes in return.

Everything on this bus seems so foreign to me. For a second, I thought I was living in a different dimension.

I couldn't process everything quickly since I'm not fully aware of my surroundings yet. Never in my life have I ever felt this lost before, being fully unconscious about a particular incident.

The only thing I could identify now is blurry faces looking down on me, to be exact, circling me. I could tell that they're whispering to each other but it wasn't clear enough for me to know if these statements are true. I just hope they didn't talk anything bad about me.

"Is she okay?"

"What happened to her?"

"She doesn't seem so fine to me."

"I felt bad for her, she looked so exhausted. Her books are also scattered all over the floor."

"Should we call the ambulance?"

To be honest, I didn't even know how this incident started either. It's surprising how many people are concerned about my situation and willing to take action for me though. It's out of my expectations.

One thing that made me wonder for some quite time now, is the fact that my hearing ability works perfectly fine when the others worked the opposite.

Right now, millions of tiny confetti won't stop showering down through the insides of my eyes. Confetti's are usually colorful right? In this case, it just seemed more similar to monochrome particles for me.

At first, I thought rubbing my eyes would stop all these crazy effects to disappear from my eyes, but it isn't as easy as I thought it would. Although I tried to blink deeply for a couple of seconds, it still won't do the job. I guess I just have to wait patiently for it to fully vanish. Probably this is one of the reasons why it made me have such a heavy headache.

The more I tried to move, the limper I feel. I can't help but feel helpless lying on the floor. I was trying my best to use my hand for support but it's so supple.

It's great how it made some progress but, again, because my hand was not strong enough to hold the mass of my body, I dropped myself to the floor. I was on the verge of bursting out my tears, trying my best to get a grip of myself together and start all over again. Small baby steps would be better than doing nothing right?

I moved slowly but steadily to my desired position. I'm scared that if I move rapidly, people are going to notice it and I'll just give out more attention. I was lucky enough to get this perfect time because people's attention is shifting to something else.

"It's entirely that girl's fault!" a voice of an old man echoed through every part of the bus.

My eyes almost popped out of its place realizing that the whole argument was related to my incident. I was alerted and couldn't help myself to stare at what was going on.

The view was bizarre. Two people are arguing with each other and one of them is pointing at me repetitively. As I was about to get back to my original position, something had shifted from my body.