•AXEL•
"Mr—" Lilian tried to speak with me but I brushed her off, wincing at how sensitive the lights made my eyes.
"Get away from me." I gritted. I didn't spare as much as a glance in her direction. I was striding forward, as though I was in a hurry to get away.
I was in a hurry to get away from the blinding lights. I was in a hurry to get away from the incessant shuffling of feet. I was in a hurry to get away from the voices that talked in hushed tones, from all of it. I was extremely sensitive to my surroundings. Every form of noise felt like thousands of needles were being jammed into my ear drums.
It felt me with aching eyes and a throbbing head.
"I am sorry, sir." She apologized.
"Get out!" I fired.
I marched forward, taking the turn that led to my office. I twisted the door
