PrettyBlueShoes52

Rip, rip, rip. Paper shredded. A white mess of confetti strewn all over the floor. I pretend to believe it's snow. So very cold. I lead you down the winding halls. To my being which has become numb. Heavy weights drag me down. To the bottom of this pit. Tick, tick, tick. The clock ticks slowly. My pencil against my desk. Whittling my soul away. Slowly. Tap, tap, tap. Anxiously, no, fearfully tapping. The tapping turns to loud banging. My head goes down. The banging becomes ever louder. I stare at the floor close to tears. I'm faintly aware of some asking if I'm "okay". Yes. I force a smile on my face. Watch them turn awa