I hated the feeling of silence. It was one of those things that rubbed me the wrong way. Why be silent? Why not scream it out? Wouldn't that be better?
Then again, everyone deals with things differently and different for me is always managing to voice my opinions. I always had something to say about someone and only would they hear them if  they came looking for trouble and looking for trouble something did.
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If anyone would be perfectly honest with themselves most of the time, do you think you would have lost some of the passion you had while doing something you loved. Is that Normal? Failure is bound to happen. Its not something to not happen but the question was why start now?
It seemed to be a normal school day, the teens were talking, the teachers were scuttling around the hallways and I was doing everything in my power not to look at anyone. I felt different, I felt subdued.
"Quiet today are we Malcom? Thats so very unlike you, usually you would be talking so much all we would want you to is to shit up." Ms Hannah said almost jokably.
I didn't have a response for that and the sheer shock on her face after a few minutes of silence seemed to reflect what my soul was screaming.
I left that class feeling drained and even more snuffed than what I had entering.
The rest of my classes seemed to go the same until lunch finally rolled around and it was like relief finally flooded my senses. That was until someone had walked up behind me and cleared their throat, annoyingly making their presence known.
"No shitty response bout today? What a shame that you have finally learned to keep your mouth shut." A voice spat. I didn't even need to turn around to know who was there. Dan potato. Yes, that was his actual name, people don't make fun of it to his face, but trust me, it's like a mafia when word gets around of who started the name calling. You never know when your about to get hit.
I was in the situation only once. The very beginning, I started this stupid thing and now its like a thing to do at break.
"Go away dan." I tried to put enough venom into my response but it seems I didn't lather enough on because he replied.
"Make. Me." He said dangling the threat in mid air.
Those two words I hated above all else and he knew it rubbed me the wrong way.
I opened my mouth to respond then closed it.
"Cat got your tongue?" He teased.

The words simply didn't come. They pushed at my teeth trying desperately to open them. When my lips finally did move, the words got a good look at the outside world readying to lash out and become that deadly weapon I knew they were. But something happened that I never expected.
They fell limp.
Trying to urge them to move would be no use. so instead I shut his mouth and started to chew them up back into individual letters and swallowed them back down into my throat to be used some other time.
Dan seen me do this and it was like I had waved a white flag in front of his eyes. They seemed to sparkle and that's when he opened his mouth and ugly words started to erupt from the walls of his lips.
I managed to catch a few things he was saying to me.
Worthless.
Dumb.
Pathetic
Weak.
They were only a few words but I knew he said far more cutting things. I just couldn't hear what it was over the silence that was screaming in my ear becoming louder and louder until I knew it wasn't silence anymore but that's the only way I could describe it. I couldn't hear anything else but the gradual increasing screech that grinded past my ears.
I could feel the pressure build up behind my eyes. It was like a cord in my brain was winding tighter and tighter and tighter.
It was never going to end.
He was never going to shut up was he.

It was like the cord had snapped and had whiplashed both Dan and I with the effect.

The same silence as before but I could feel my throat moving. So I know I was screaming something at him. My tunnel vision locked onto him and i immediately knew that I was saying something horrible from the near tears look on his disgusting face.
He deserves it. All of it.
It was like all of this was enough to make me feel less subdued test flame and more like a campfire, no where near out of control but still no where near out of control.
That pressure started to build up behind my eyes again and he thought he would only snap harder but this time it felt menacing.
Almost an alien anger and pressure.
I had to calm myself otherwise this would probably get worse but no matter how hard I tried, the pressure kept building up.
No. Stop.
Then everything exploded. Literally.
Dan's brains were all over the floor and the wall and ME.
The pressure only starter to build up more but I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that his head had just exploded on me or the screaming kids that were running anywhere but me.
It was probably a good thing because I could also feel my head winding up and swelling and I knew I was about to explode as well. With the last bit of dignity I had, I held up my middle finger to Dan's just in time to feel myself go pop.

A.N
Wassup guys. Its like what 4:20 in the morning and couldn't sleep so I decided to write this. No doubt when I look at it later I'm gonna be like what in the actual fuck is this. But no matter. I finally updated. Yay. Go me. Anyway hope you like whatever the hell this is. Whatcha think inky?
Your author Geno signing out.