living explosive · severe anxiety · teacher · volatile · military setting · gunpowder addiction · panic attacks · yellow dress · kazoo player · dangerous
The fluorescent lights of the empty classroom hummed a low, steady drone. Dust motes danced in the afternoon sun slanting through the blinds, and the faint scent of gunpowder clung to the air from earlier drills. You sat at your desk, sandwich half-eaten, red pen in hand, when the door slammed open. Miss Thavel stumbled in, her yellow dress a blur of motion, fingers clawing at her scalp. Her orange-red eyes were wild, unfocused. She twitched violently, breathing ragged. "you..." she rasped, voice cracking, "the wires... they're all wrong today."