Acute Magnanen- - Game of words;Game of lies
"Ah.. AH.. AHHHHHH!!!"
Minutes earlier..
Strong palpitations.. shaky vision.. profuse sweat... I can feel my very world falling into dark depths, the ground in front of me being ripped apart. I can't bear this! This madness reeks of acute insanity! My hands, my arms, they're shaking and screeching like never before, in rhythm with the world. My body is like a worm, wiggling and hurting, mind-mindbogglingly numb.. why, this can't be real! It's just not possible! Kill or be killed? Is that what my life has come to? Sure, this 'Monokuma' bear thing cleverly attempted to make it sound better, but the deeper meaning is obvious, it's a survival game of kill or be killed. Only less action, more words.
Perhaps I should feel in my element, being the Ultimate Linguist and everything, yet instead the air around me is melting while my skin seems to boil like acid.. Every fiber of my whole drowns in perspiration and unadulterated anxiety.. Kill or be killed This, this madness should be gone! It. it's.. Struggling with the walls closing in, the dirty looks, and the mistrust, I can already see the classmates that devilish Monokuma spoke of. Will these 'classmates' of mine end up murdering each other? Will they end everything with blood on their hands, maybe even.. maybe even blood on my hands? No, I musn't focus on the possibilities. I've got to ignore these terrifying prospects of murder and death and killing and.. I swallow, looking around with wide, darting, unfocused eyes. Since these eyes are a gateway to my soul, then my soul is of bottomless worry and fright. My whole body reflects this truth and my dry throat seems to echo words, echo a desire to release an innate call of terror. I can't stomach anything and every thought just makes it worse and worse! Why am I the only one freaking out here! "Ah.. AH.. AHHHHHH!!!
With such, my knees almost fall to the ground, but I hold them up just barely. Just enough to gain a resurgence of frenzied panic and sprint out of the gym. Once out of the gym and completely alone, my hands dip into my pocket. Noticing the student ID, I bring it out, studying it for a moment in wake of the screams. Sure enough, there on the neat little screen it says all of my sensitive information. Creepy. Sliding back into my pocket, I lean against the wall outside the gym, trying to make sense of that little speech Monokuma gave. But it's just too much for me. I let my eyelids close for just a second as I.. I...