Snippet #1895380

It was the first time in years that he was conscious, in madness he reacted terrible to his new surrounding, new scents and new sights attacked him all at once. He thrashed about breaking several appliances before he felt his control slipping as his vision faded and he fell to the floor.

Erik had been up late that night and woke up on his floor, his first immediate thought was How much sleep did I get? Then he noticed his destroyed room, before he had time to guess at what could of happened he heard his sister yell, "The bus is coming!" He threw on clothes and rushed downstairs to greet Sarah, his 15 year old little sister. "Hurry up," he said in his deep booming voice. He rushed ahead of her and they rushed to the bus stop. They lived far from the school in a smaller neighborhood near the edge of the woods, there were other houses but they had a little bit of space allowing for a small bit of privacy.

The bus arrived and they boarded, same old same old, Erik thought. He was ready for school to be over, ready to see the world for himself rather then through pictures in text books.

The day went by slowly but nothing significant happened, it was as average as other, but he pondered over how his room could be so wrecked. Also he puzzled over the reason for the intense animalistic fear he felt for a brief second when he woke up. Over time these thoughts drifted into the back of his mind and before he knew it, it was lunch.

He got his food and sat alone, looking over the crowd of people as he ate. He had never made any real friends, therefore sat alone. He knew of almost everyone there though. He listened for familiar voices and eaves dropped on conversations, it was the only thing to do to pass time while he ate slowly. Sometimes he wished he was more social, but he was to ashamed to admit this, even to himself.