TITANIUM
Everything fell silent , a shrill sound penetrated my ears and became a constant rhythm in my eyes , I was paralysed and trembling . Fear began to swell up inside me , guilt flushed through me like a tsunami ; my pulse raced to the beat of a drum . Staggering uncontrollably , I rose up , hanging my head low in shame , in regret and in fear . Pale pieces of paper were strewn haphazardly across every thoroughfare in the school like blood spread across a battlefield . Every door squealed in pain , desperate to be liberated from suffering . The hallways were the scene of the world ’ s most disastrous hurricane . Fear lingered in my heart , sending an eerie shiver down my spine . It was as if debris and dust had been dispersed onto the vicinity , hiding the cloudy grey tiles on the floor . Did I really cause this ? Am I a monster ?
My mouth shuddered , my hands quivered , my feet tingled , my head pounded , my heart stopped . Out of the corner of my eye , a teacher frantic , her eyes wide , her words ambiguous , her movements showed disgust as she stared at me . It was as if I was a reckless , toxic beast that had her under my grasp . She shot me many suspicious glances and anxiety flooded through me , she knew it was me , she knew I was the key , the problem as well as the undesirable solution : the monster . Then I realised : they were hunting me down , the teacher , the police , the victims . I took a rasping breath as the pace of my hesitated steps quickened , the thought of the consequences drove me on courageously , stepby-step , stride by stride .
I had to get away , fast but inconspicuous . I panicked , the intimidating police car driven onto the premises . It was in inevitable situation . They were going to find me , hunt me down , kill me . Jumping onto my bike , adrenaline pumped through every vein of my body , propelling me and urging me to push harder , to peddle faster ; to run away and hide from the persecutors , the police . I dashed to my house , the wind pushing me back , taking the police ’ s side . The chain rattled as I determinedly hurled the bike into the far corner of my front garden . I wrestled with the lock as it willed me to get caught and to be captured . I entered my house traumatised , my hands clenched into fists but I fought on , adamant to escape .