Synopsis:Michelle had been hearing voices all morning, but no one around her seemed to be hearing the same thing. She decides to get up and splash some cool water on her face to try to make them go away. It didn’t work and now all of her senses are on over drive.
Time stood still
as she tried to force her body to believe
the implication of
her own words.
And when she finally opened her eyes
he was gone, almost supernaturally,
yet behind he left a lingering
sense of oppression.
Michelle stood alone for a moment
absorbing the quiet stillness around her
as if trying to force some sense of sanity
back into her very being.
Defiantly, she opened her eyes
and began to walk back towards the classroom.
As if crossing that threshold
could save her.
And yet, with each step
The Thunder Being is coming… Bum-bum
The Thunder Being he comes… Bum-bum
The Thunder Being is coming…Bum-bum
There is no place to run! BUM-BUM!
They started softly enough,
By the time Michelle opened
the heavy wooden fire door,
the sound was becoming more
than just noise.
It was becoming weight,
pushing down to the point
where she felt as though she were wearing
heavy winter clothes.
And as she manipulated her way back
through the mesh of desks and chairs and chattering students,
she felt as though she was trudging through deep snow,
as if gravity was increasing its pull.
She felt ten times her own weight.
And the music and the noise and the bright lights
only added to her state of confusion.
Her senses seemed to be on overload.
Her anxiety was growing,
like a balloon about ready to pop.
She felt light headed and dizzy
and as if all of her nerves were exposed.