Me, a Law student at the age of 25, and where am I? On a bus in New York humming a nursery rhyme. To be specific, wheels on the bus go round and round. Yes. Perfect. But studying and NYU can make you do weird things. Such as humming a nursery rhyme on a bus to dorm rooms.
I exit the bus at the next stop, still humming. I'm thinking the words in my head and it's messing up my thoughts. I don't know what's wrong with my head, but it sounds like it's coming from only my right ear. "Wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round,
till you drown." Wait. That wasn't part of the lyrics. At all. "–dying is a nice feeling, nice feeling, nice feeling. I will show you if you want, now or not, now or not..." It suddenly got very quit. The voice in my head stopped singing.Till I realized...It wasn't in my head.
Then I noticed a gruff breathing down my neck.
Then I noticed a gruff breathing down my neck. I whirled around. No one there. I kept walking, but then I noticed it still came.
Then I noticed a gruff breathing down my neck. I whirled around. No one there. I kept walking, but then I noticed it still came. I hadn't looked up, though. And so I looked up, down and all around, whirling my hands in circles like a ninja. At least, I like to think it looked like a ninja.
Not knowing what to do, I sprinted to the college. Nothing stopped the breathing was growling stronger and faster, and I didn't know what the do!
The breathing was weighing me down from one side. I couldn't stand upright any longer, and I could barley breathe anymore. I stumbled onto the pavement and fell to my knees. "Help!" I cried.
There was a little girl passing by, and she stopped down to look at me. I looked up, straining my neck the best I could. Before I could ask her to call her parents ir to call and ambulance or find another adult, She looked at me dead in the eyes.
"The wheels on the bus go round and round...round and round...on your neck." She smiled to most evil smile I have every seen, and then her she grew in front of my eyes. Literally. She was now an adult, and kicked me into the road.
The last thing I saw was a bus.