Summary: A self-indulgent fic in which Quinn struggles with what is probably not sensory issues
Warnings: None, also please don't take offence to this (I've been told people do) this is purely my personal experiences and expressing my thoughts
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Overload
Sensory issues. Problems related to processing information from the senses. That's how Google defines it.
Quinn, quite frankly, did not have sensory issues.
A number of her friends did, though. It affected them in different ways at different intervals, but Quinn was perfectly... fine.
Yes. Fine. She did not have sensory issues. Even though a tiny part of her dared suggest she did, that was just the over the top attention seeking side of her reading into things too much.
Sitting in the school pavilion, Quinn took a bite of the sandwich a friend had let her have, since they weren't hungry. Rarely not hungry, Quinn was happy to accept, though now she regretted it when the taste and texture of lettuce invaded her tongue.
She had to try hard not to spit it out, biting her lip as the dreadful leafy texture made her want to throw up.
She forced herself to swallow and quietly packed the rest of the sandwich away, trying not to gag.
A loud holler from all directions made Quinn wince and cover her ears, glancing at the crowd around her cheering on the athletics matches. Cheering, shouting, singing, it all mixed together in an endless cacophony of noise.
Her ears felt like they were bring stabbed. Her head throbbed with each beat of her own heart. Maybe she was getting sick again.
Quinn felt hot and uncomfortable. The gathering of warm bodies all squashed together to fit on the stands made her feel like she couldn't breathe. The stench or sweat and perfume and cologne made her wrinkle her nose and bite back another gag.
God, when would this end?
Quinn quickly fished her phone out of her pocket, wincing when her hand brushed against the fabric of her jeans.
The sensation was so awful it made her want to rip her own fingers off. She frantically slid her hand across the smooth surface of her phone, trying desperately to get her teeth and fingers to stop itching at the very thought of denim.
She took a breath, then checked the time. 2:30pm. Another two and half hours to go.
Quinn's skull felt like it was going to burst and her breathing felt further stifled. She glanced at a nearby teacher.
"Stop it." Said inner thoughts Quinn. "You're fine. You don't have any problem, you're just trying to get out of cheering."
"But I feel like I'm going to faint."
"No you don't. You're just looking for excuses. You aren't even cheering right now. You can attend parties just fine."
"The parties are small and not this loud. Cheering hurts my ears."
"Keep telling yourself that. You just want to get special treatment."
Inner thoughts Quinn was a bitch.
The volume suddenly spiked drastically and Quinn felt tears prick at her eyes, feeling like her eardrums were were stabbed.
"You're already sick every other week. They're going to think you're making up nonsense again."
Quinn's breathing quickened and she fixed her gaze on the teacher currently walking away. Inner thoughts Quinn was silenced as she scrambled to get up and run after the retreating figure.
"Sir," she gasped out. "May I please sit inside? I feel like I can't breathe."
Quinn was lucky enough to be allowed to sit inside an empty classroom away from the chaos. It was probably only because she was a well behaved student.
"Don't be so egotistical." Inner thoughts Quinn scolded. "What a self-absorbed thing to say."
Inner thoughts Quinn was silenced when the absense of the crowd finally allowed regular Quinn to relax. She closed her eyes and rested her head against the desk she was seated at, sighing in relief.
The quiet was a blessing, the loud crowd to distant and muffled to hurt her now. The coolness of the room and the dimness of the lights made it all the better.
Just like every other time, Quinn was relieved she asked to sit here. But lying there boneless, she knew that just like every other time, she would still fight with herself when this happened again.
It was no surprise, really. After all, she could think what she wanted, but she did not really have a problem.
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A/N: Thank you for reading my first Quinn fic! It isn't even twst really... Do I have sensory issues? I don't know, I just felt an intense need to write this, and it's barely that related sorry fkfkfk
