Don't Think

Kai

Gravity pulled at me as my next thought began to form. I realized that I must have blacked out. While I was out, someone must have picked me up and was now carrying me bridal style. The familiar, overwhelming cologne told me that it was Clyde. But why was he here? And why was he carrying me? Please, don’t take me to the nurse. Please.

Darkness faded in and out once more, though this time, I was able to better identify my surroundings. My own rough sheets were being pulled up to my chin as I lay on the school provided bed. I hated these sheets. They reminded me of “home” and all the times I was forced to stay in one of the bedrooms. Those terrifying, disgusting bedrooms.

“We should get the nurse,” Clyde’s young, deep voice barely reached over the static in my ears and in my head. Movements frantic and flailing, I somehow managed to grab the wrist pulling away from the sheets it had just pulled over my body. I couldn’t let the nurse see me.