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At lunch it's still looming behind me, it's cold presence seeping into the atmosphere.

I can't stand it!

I CAN'T STAND THIS ANYMORE!

I suddenly realise I have been screaming and my face is wet with tears.

The whole cantine turns stone cold silent.

I can feel every eye tearing into me as if they could reach right into my soul with their cold clasp.

A snigger.

One small laugh.

And it's like a virus.

Soon the whole cantine is a bomb site of mean, cold laughter.

HA HA HA HA HA!

I feel the blood rise to my cheeks and soon I'm a ball of rage.

I drop my tray and it lands on the floor with a thud.

My plate smashes and its contents are spilled across the floor.

I run.
And run,
And run,
And run,
And run.
I run until my legs are numb with pain.
I rum until I can't run anymore.
It runs with me.

Je hebt het einde van de gepubliceerde delen bereikt.

⏰ Laatst bijgewerkt: Jul 28, 2018 ⏰

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