The loud commotion outside grew louder, rising in a way that made my chest tighten, like it was pressing in on me from all sides. My breathing started to pick up, my pulse quickening as the noise continued to escalate, threatening to drown me in its chaos. I could feel myself slipping, losing control over the world around me. The maroon jacket draped over my head only made everything worse, cutting me off from the little clarity I had left. I couldn't see. I couldn't hear. My senses were being drowned, overwhelmed. The jacket felt like a weight on my shoulders, pulling me down, the muffled sound turning everything into a blur of panic.
I hated this. I needed to know what was happening. But the person who had put the jacket on me kept his hands over my ears, blocking out the noise, blocking me from everything. It felt like I was being smothered, trapped in a place I couldn't escape. The world outside became a distant hum, like it didn't matter, but the tightness in my chest only grew. The thrum of my heart in my chest was all I could focus on, the beat speeding up, faster and faster with every passing second.
His hands around my shoulders were grounding me, guiding me forward, but his voice—his words—were nothing but noise. A blur of sound that I couldn't grasp, couldn't process. It was too soft, too distant, like he was speaking from far away, and everything else was just too loud, too much. I wanted to scream at him, tell him to stop, to let me go, but my throat was tight, my mouth dry, and the words never came. It felt like everything inside me was tangled in knots, my thoughts fighting to be heard but muffled by the overwhelming noise and the pressure in my chest.
He kept talking, but none of it made sense. His voice was like a soft murmur, but the faster he spoke, the more lost I felt. The words collided with each other, scattered in my mind, echoing in my ears, but none of them could reach me. I was trapped, my mind spinning in confusion, stuck in a place where nothing was real. His hands around me were the only thing that kept me tethered to something tangible, but even that wasn't enough. It didn't calm the storm inside me. It didn't bring the clarity I desperately needed.
We moved through several rooms, the sound of our footsteps echoing too loudly in the silent halls. The noise grew, relentless, until it felt like it was pounding in my ears. My head started to spin, and I felt dizzy, disoriented. The rooms were both empty and full at the same time, filled with people who walked by without a glance, who whispered in hushed tones. Their stares felt like needles, sharp and probing, making me feel exposed, vulnerable. I couldn't breathe. I wanted to run, to hide, but I couldn't. The walls were closing in, and there was no escape.
We finally arrived at a room, and as the person took the jacket off me, it was like the world exploded in color. The lights were so bright, so harsh, they pierced into my eyes, making everything sharper, too clear. I couldn't focus on anything. I couldn't handle the brightness, the weight of the air, the suffocating silence that followed. It felt like everything was spinning, and I couldn't catch my breath. I felt trapped again. There was no escape.
Then, a voice cut through the fog in my head. "Julian… pleasure to see you so soon." The woman's voice was sweet, but there was a heavy layer of sarcasm in her words.
Julian... Was that the boy's name? The name barely registered in my mind, but the way the woman looked at him, the way her voice lingered—it only added to the noise in my head. I didn't want to focus on her. I didn't want to focus on anything. My mind was a whirlwind, and I was caught in the middle, unable to grasp anything.
Julian stepped back, removing his hands from my shoulders, and I instantly felt the absence. His warmth disappeared, leaving me cold, exposed. He scratched the back of his neck, and I could hear the soft rustling of his clothes as he moved. But I didn't care. I couldn't care. Nothing made sense. I couldn't understand why he was here, why he was helping me, why he had put the jacket on me in the first place. My mind was too tangled, too lost to make sense of any of it.
The nurse looked at me, her eyes searching my face like she was trying to find something in me, some clue to what was going on. Her gaze was too much. I couldn't hold it. I couldn't look at her. Her eyes felt like they were pressing into me, and I wanted to shrink away, to disappear into the shadows. But I couldn't. I was there, exposed, standing in front of her, frozen in place.
"What's going on with her?" she asked Julian, her voice cold and clinical, as though she was talking about a problem to be solved.
Her eyes lingered on me again, and my hand started to tap against my hip, a nervous rhythm I couldn't stop. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. The sound was too loud, too sharp in the silence. It felt like the only thing I could control. But even that was slipping away from me.
"She has xxxxx?" The nurse's voice was almost a whisper, too soft, but it hit me like a slap in the face. XXXX. That was all they thought of me now. A label. A problem to be fixed. And the heat rose in my neck, spreading up to my face. The embarrassment, the shame, burned through me, and I wanted to hide. To make it stop. To disappear.
"Are you feeling okay now? Should we contact your parents?" The nurse asked again, her voice too kind, too detached. I wanted to scream at her to stop, but my throat was tight, my chest too full. I shook my head, the gesture automatic, but it didn't stop the tightness in my chest. I couldn't speak. I couldn't tell her the truth. Aunty Amara had enough to handle. She didn't need this. And Isabella...
The tapping of my hand grew faster, more frantic, as sweat started to bead on my forehead, trickling down my face. My heart pounded in my chest, and the more I tried to push it down, the worse it got. I was spiraling, unable to stop it.
The nurse's gaze remained on me, steady and searching, and I felt like I was being stripped bare. Her eyes were heavy, too heavy, and I wanted to shrink away, to curl into a corner and hide. But I couldn't. I was still there, still standing, still exposed. My body felt like it wasn't mine anymore. I was a stranger in my own skin.
Tick. Tap. Tick. Tack.
I didn't know how to explain it. I didn't know how to explain all the noise in my head, the confusion, the things I couldn't say. I didn't know how to make it stop. How to make them understand.
So I stood there, silent, my heart racing, my body trembling, a stranger in my own body, waiting for someone—anyone—
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