Part 49
You look up into your teacher's concerned face and you realise that she looks like a nice sort of person. You're so accustomed to viewing teachers as the ancient enemy that you hadn't realised that she's always been pretty decent to your class. Could she help?
But what can you say? You struggle for words.
"The headaches just come, Miss. They come and then I can't think of anything else. It used to be just once in a while but now, now it's all the time." The headache is getting louder, filling your ears as well as your thought. You start to wonder how a headache can be loud before your realise that there are noises riding on the pounding thud of your pulse in you skull. "Voices!" You're unaware that you spoke that word aloud until you see the anxiety on your teacher's voice become acute.
A roar of a hundred voices, or a thousand, or a million, echo in your skull as if trapped there and crying out for rescue. There are louder voices too, some close and others more distant. They're murmuring rests on the roar of the ocean of cries.
[Relax.] [Open to us.] [Break Out.] [Listen to us.]
Your teacher grasps you by the shoulders and gives you a little shake as your eyes begin to lose their focus.
"Jay, listen to me. You should never listen to voices in your head! Never! Do you understand me?"
You feel the shake and realise the truth of what she's saying.
"I'm going mad, aren't I?" You demand in a frightened voice but if she answers you don't hear because then a wave in the ocean of voices rises over your head and you feel yourself sinking into the noisy depths, even as your unconscious body sinks to the floor
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