Post by Simon Patrick Gallagher on Sept 25, 2012 21:57:09 GMT -6
He didn't need her to see the transformation. He needn't need her to see him turn into someone else. He didn't want to scare her. He'd done the right thing. Maybe, some day, she'd give him another chance. She might talk to him. Yes, keep deluding yourself, Simon. It's the only way you'll ever have hope.
He walked quickly, the chill of the evening air beginning to set in his damp clothes. Why didn't I bring an umbrella? He wondered as it began to rain again. He ran into the nearest building. There were people in some of the classrooms and lights on in others. But, he really didn't want to face people right then. He needed a place to unravel along. He wasn't going to run back to the dorms in the rain. So, he'd have to find a place here. On an impulse, he tried one of the doors to a darkened classroom, and to his surprise it opened.
He pushed it in and stuck his head inside. It was dark and empty, just the way he needed it. He let out a sigh of relief as he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him quietly. It looked to be a science classroom, as there were sinks and something that looked like gas pipes for bunsen burners. It would work, though science classrooms were almost always lacking in comfortable seating, unlike art classrooms and English classrooms.
He sank to to the ground behind the teacher's desk at the front of the room, his back against the cool wall and his knees drawing up to his chest. He closed his eyes and tried clearing his mind the way his counsellor had told him to when he felt a panic attack or one of the more violent mood swings coming on.
But, instead of darkness he saw an impression of her face again. Just thinking of her sent a little thrill down his spine, but that wasn't what he wanted to think of right now. He was supposed to be forgetting her. He let out a little huff of frustration when her image refused to leave his mind.
"Come on..." He muttered. "Anything else?" He begged his mind to come up with something other than Ember. But, his mind refused. "Please..." He said, to which his mind responded with a big middle finger.
He walked quickly, the chill of the evening air beginning to set in his damp clothes. Why didn't I bring an umbrella? He wondered as it began to rain again. He ran into the nearest building. There were people in some of the classrooms and lights on in others. But, he really didn't want to face people right then. He needed a place to unravel along. He wasn't going to run back to the dorms in the rain. So, he'd have to find a place here. On an impulse, he tried one of the doors to a darkened classroom, and to his surprise it opened.
He pushed it in and stuck his head inside. It was dark and empty, just the way he needed it. He let out a sigh of relief as he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him quietly. It looked to be a science classroom, as there were sinks and something that looked like gas pipes for bunsen burners. It would work, though science classrooms were almost always lacking in comfortable seating, unlike art classrooms and English classrooms.
He sank to to the ground behind the teacher's desk at the front of the room, his back against the cool wall and his knees drawing up to his chest. He closed his eyes and tried clearing his mind the way his counsellor had told him to when he felt a panic attack or one of the more violent mood swings coming on.
But, instead of darkness he saw an impression of her face again. Just thinking of her sent a little thrill down his spine, but that wasn't what he wanted to think of right now. He was supposed to be forgetting her. He let out a little huff of frustration when her image refused to leave his mind.
"Come on..." He muttered. "Anything else?" He begged his mind to come up with something other than Ember. But, his mind refused. "Please..." He said, to which his mind responded with a big middle finger.
