I zoned out
All that I could hear were mumbles
The ticking of a clock
And the voices in my head
"How did we get here?"
"What are you doing here?"
"I don't belong"
"I don't want to be here"
"I need to get out"
When suddenly, the gears in my mind started moving in a more relaxed pace
Silence
I was drifting in and out of reality
Existential dread eating away at my concept, my prototype, of reality and the world created by my mind
Tick
The teacher called out my name
All their heads turning towards me
Their eyes piercing holes through me
Tick
Time seemed to flow slowly as blood rushed to my face. The teacher seemed to have run out of patience and called on someone else.
I was embarrassed
Not only because I couldn't answer
But because I had not a clue what was going on
I had not a clue on where I was or what I was doing.
I felt overwhelmed
Too much yet too little was going on
Dissociation
a disconnection between a person's thoughts, memories, feelings, actions, or sense of who they are
A natural coping mechanism that can become problematic when it becomes too frequent
Am I… too far gone..?
Tick
Class was dismissed