I'm Not Okay [UsUk]

Panic

After that brief panic attack which drained all the life energy out of him, Alfred still had to continue going to next period. Which was, unfortunately, Maths. Apparently, for their math teacher, having a mental breakdown wasn't a good enough excuse for missing class.

Elizabeta, Arthur and Alfred completely missed English, but the young teacher was aware of what happened and was, luckily, perfectly fine with that as long as Alfred felt alright.

"Are you sure you will be able to hold it out for the rest of the day?" Arthur asked him with care in his voice as they sat themselves at the desk in the Maths classroom.

The American could still feel the embarrassment that came from being the centre of attention, all eyes of the students were on him and they certainly didn't plan on letting him off the hook that easily.

"I hope so." He replied in a whisper, wanting to add something else but was interrupted by their coldhearted teacher entering the classroom and slamming the door behind herself.

"Good morning, class." She said in a monotone voice, and all the students stood up from their seats to greet her. "Oh, I see Alfred is back. I hope you've done some work while you have been at home." Glancing towards him, she sat down and the others immediately did the same.

Alfred didn't know what to feel. He knew things would be difficult the first day back, but he really didn't expect being terrorized by the students and in math class. Well, the latter was questionable.

"I have practised linear equations." He stated in a slightly shaky tone, again feeling that torturing presence of something bad on the inside. "B-but I'm too tired to do any today. Would you please test me another time?" With obvious fear in his voice, he asked the teacher hoping she would say yes, but knowing she most probably wouldn't.

"Absolutely not. Problems at home should not affect your education." She strictly responded, closing the door to any possibilities of being tested on a different day. "Come to the blackboard."

Alfred could hear a few students giggle at the teacher's response, and he wished to disappear in a black hole or just fall into the depths of hell instead of going in front of the whole class to solve linear equations with fractions.
Without vocalizing his troubles, he sighed and stood up from the chair, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone. But those icy looks were still on him, he could sense them, he could feel them, and they were driving him almost to insanity.

What had he ever done to those students to deserve that kind of treatment?

Were they so unaccepting of people who had any kind of problem, that they took it out on the first victim?

Victim. Oh, how he hated that word. He didn't want to be a victim of anything, but there were going to be people constantly putting that label on him from now on.

Why couldn't he just be a boy like any other?

"Alfred, are you paying attention to me?! I said write out task five on the blackboard and solve the problem!"

The horrifyingly loud and hysterically angry voice of the professor snapped him out of spiraling thoughts, and he let out a little gasp as he was hit in the face with reality once again. The class was laughing, everyone except Elizabeta and Arthur, and Alfred wished to have his existence deleted from the universe.

In shaky movements, he grabbed the chalk and took the book from the redhead teacher's hand, taking a deep breath as he started writing out the task.

It was obvious he was trembling, trying his best to hold in another outburst, and each number he added on the board told him he wouldn't be able to solve this at all.