Henry you tried to prank me goosebumps3/20/2023 ![]() ![]() When his parents came in to check on him it squeezed its way deep into his ears and distorted their voices, causing each caring word that left his mother’s mouth to slither into his ear as a grating jab. This horrible unfeeling entity that squeezed at his heart and his throat and infected him all over with a bitter new state of unfeeling. He couldn’t see it, but he could feel it, and that was sometimes more unsettling. And all the while it hung there, glaring at him from behind, never deigning to look him in the eyes, only remaining a faint cloud of unease just out of sight. So Christopher just sat there in solitude, shedding away hours of his life at a time in quiet discontent. ![]() In his room, stark white with no decorations or personalizations, there was nowhere for this thing to hide away. Then he went home and sealed this oppressive fog in with him. He drifted through school days in a fog of apathy interrupted only by vague pinpricks of sorrow and the occasional burst of hatred. He sat and watched and brooded in their human inconsistencies, their infatuating habits and relationships. He noted the people who always sat in the same place, the ones that flitted around between groups like noncommittal fireflies. He spent his time watching his classmates, clumped into their hordes and cliques. Sometimes it felt to him like his whole life had been this dull and cold, but then there were times he could barely differentiate one day from the next as if someone had smudged his timeline and let all the days bleed together.Ĭhristopher spent his lunches alone in the corner of his school’s large football field, shaded in a ring of solitude by the extensive willow tree that everyone seemed to avoid. Socializing made him uneasy, people tended only to annoy him, and while interacting jaded him, pushing people away caused his heart to race with guilt. He had no interests, no passions, he hadn’t formed any strong emotional bonds or found his place in the world. It was in his sophomore year of high school that Christopher began to realize he had absolutely no defining characteristics. ![]()
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