“Do it,” It whispers with a voice only I can hear. A pain like nails digs into the space behind my eyes; I bend over with a searing headache.
“W-why?” I manage through clenched teeth.
“Because you want to. You know you do.” The thing inside me turns into anger. Anger alleviates the headache by burning it away. I lift my head as the heat boils within. “You see them there with their smiles, their easy life of friendships and boring. You can burn it to the ground.”
I look at the student body from my corner in the cafeteria, where no one bothers to glance at me, not even to bully. I am invisible.
“You don’t have to be.” The voice sears through my veins and creates burning images featuring my lunchroom peers.
I take a deep breath.
Holding it in like it said on the internet: 6 seconds inhale, 6 seconds hold, 6 seconds release. 666.
The burning turns into a ball, coalesced in the center of my chest. It is bright, so bright in my mind’s eye. I wonder how no one else can see.
With the exhale comes calm. With the calmness comes another voice, a softer one. “They’re just living, each of them, trying their best to muddle along their adolescence.”
The words cause the tension in my shoulders to release, words like a melody, carrying peace. The peace brings empathy.
I turn back to my lunch.