It feels as if small rubber balls are bouncing inside of me,
As a wave of nausea engulfs my body,
A cold shiver runs down my spine
Causing my limbs to feel tired and lifeless.
My brain pounds against my skull,
Trying to remember everything I supposedly should.
Preparing me for what might lie ahead.
The balls are bouncing higher, forcing their way up my throat.
I swallow, the balls finally subside.
Footsteps echo in the distance,
Thump, klunk, thump, klunk, thump
Repeating in my aching head
Closed eyes shut out the intrusive light,
Preparing me for what might lie ahead
My mind races, my eyes weep,
As though my head is a thunderstorm.
Thunder racking my brain,
Flashes of light burning my eyes,
Rain pouring down my face.
Walls push down against me
I am not prepared for what might lie ahead.
MissB.15 Years Old