Someone tapped my elbow. They tapped again. I reluctantly take my fingers out of ears which, by doing so, welcomed me with a tsunami wave of gossip,

“What where you doing?” I hear Emily ask.

Trying to blot out the noise, until someone stopped me, I tap harder than I had meant to on Emily's arm,

“Sorry” I hear Emily reply as she recoiled her arm from my grasp, “Kai, I know you don't like large crowds”

I don't not like large crowds it's just these buffoons, I reply to Megan's statement, once again tapping harder than I had anticipated. Sorry, I add with almost no pressure,

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“Don't be. It's good to know that we don't count as buffoons” Megan finishes and I hear Rhiannon and Emily laugh, but without hearing any sound. I jerk my head to the side, Damn my disorder. Deficiency. Defect. Affliction. Fault. Curse.

I scream.

I'm hurled down the carriage as my body smashes violently against the sides, stabbing screams fill my ears as I am flung like a rag doll. I feel things ripping through my clothes and into my body making my internal organs lurch and jolt inside my bleeding torso. I claw at anything solid sending intense pain through my nerves that ricochet round and round like a piercing echo. Violently I am rammed into an object so forcefully that I fall and slump.

Motionless.