Another day. Another round of the same nothing.
I don't rush. I don't care. The hallway's just a blur of faces, and none of them matter. People moving around me, chatting, laughing, existing like they're alive, but I'm not. I'm just walking through it all, a ghost. A shadow in this world that doesn't seem to want me.
The voices don't stop. They never do. They follow me wherever I go, like a low hum, a constant reminder that I'm not wanted, not needed, just... here.
"Why are you even bothering?" the voice whispers. "Just leave. It's easier that way."
I try to ignore it. But it's impossible. Every word hits deeper, like it knows me, like it's been inside my head all along. It's right, isn't it? No one cares about me. No one would miss me. If I just stopped, no one would even notice.
My feet shuffle across the cold floor, dragging me forward. I don't know where I'm going. I don't even care. I barely heard the bell. I'm just... moving. Moving, but going nowhere.
The voices get louder. I pass a group of students, laughing, oblivious to my existence. I'm invisible. Always have been. Always will be. They're all too busy with their own lives to even look at me.
"You're nothing," the voice says. "No one even notices you. And they never will."
I don't want to listen. I don't want to hear it. But it's there. Always there. It's true, isn't it? I can't pretend anymore.
I reach the stairwell, and the voices become a choir. It's like they're surrounding me now, like they're inside my head, pulling me down into their dark world.
"You don't belong here," they whisper.
"You're not part of this."
I can't stop them. I don't even try.
What's the point?
The hallway stretches out before me, a never-ending tunnel of faces and sounds. But to me, it's all just background noise. The voices are the only thing that matters. The teacher's voice drifts out from a nearby classroom. I can barely make out what she's saying, but it's nothing to me. Nothing ever is.
I don't care.
I glance around. There's a girl. She's laughing, surrounded by her friends, her voice cutting through the noise. She looks so... normal. So happy. It's like she's figured it out. Like she knows how to live. I'm not her. I'll never be her.
"Why even bother?" the voice says.
"They're all better than you. They always will be."
I keep walking, my head down. I don't look at anyone. They don't notice me, and I don't want them to. I'm not here. I'm just passing through.
I pass another classroom. Another teacher. Another lesson no one's paying attention to. Her voice floats out, asking a question no one answers. It's like no one cares, and I don't care either.
The bell rings again. The world pushes me forward, but I stay stuck. I don't want to leave. I don't want to stay. I just want to disappear.
The hallway feels longer now. The walls feel like they're closing in on me, like I'm being swallowed up by this place. Every step, every breath, feels like a weight on my chest. I can't breathe. I can't escape.
"You'll never escape," the voice hisses.
"You'll always be here. This is all you deserve."
I grip my bag harder, my knuckles white. The voices are all I hear now. They're screaming at me, drowning out everything else. But I can't say anything. I don't have the energy. It wouldn't make a difference anyway.
I pass by more classrooms. The sound of a teacher's voice drifts through the walls, but it doesn't matter. They're all the same. No one ever cares. No one ever notices me.
I pass a hallway, and it feels different this time. The lights flicker, the walls seem to stretch, pulling me further into this never-ending maze. The sound of the crowd fades, like I'm stepping into a quieter, darker space. The air is colder, the hum of the voices louder, more oppressive, like they're closing in on me from all directions. The world around me feels distorted, like the colors are just a little too sharp, the shadows a little too dark, making everything feel... unreal.
"You don't belong here," the voice repeats.
"You're invisible. You don't matter."
It's true. I've never mattered.
My steps slow. The walls seem to close in around me, making me feel smaller, weaker. I wish I could stop. I wish I could sit down and disappear into nothing. But I don't. I keep walking, moving forward because there's nothing else to do.
A group of students walks past me, laughing, loud, carefree. They're happy. They have a purpose. I envy them. I wish I could be like them, not caring about anything. But that's not who I am. I don't fit in with them. I never will.
"You'll never be happy. You'll never find peace," the voice whispers. "Just end it. It'll be easier."
I can't stop it. The words cut deeper, tearing at me. The darkness in my mind, the weight on my chest, it all feels like it's crushing me. I want to scream, but nothing comes out. I want to cry, but I have no tears left. I've cried so many times, but the tears never fix anything. They just make it worse.
The voices keep talking, urging me, pushing me toward the darkness I know is waiting. I just want to close my eyes and never wake up. I want to let go. I want to disappear.
The hallway stretches on and on, and I feel like I'll never reach the end. The noise of the world grows quieter, and the only sound I can hear is the voice. It's all I can hear now.
I reach another door. A group of students is standing by it. They're chatting, oblivious to me. I could walk past them, but I don't. I stop. I stand there, frozen, my heart pounding in my chest.
The air feels thick around me, as if the world itself is waiting for something, for me to make a choice. The voices swirl, louder now, a cacophony of desperate, hateful whispers.
And then, just as the darkness in my mind is reaching its peak, the sound cuts through it all. A sudden burst of noise, a shout that breaks through the haze.
"EXCUSE ME!!"
And then...
BOOM!
a flash of white.