#*leslie

In the third moment, was was once a quiet, peaceful atmosphere was now being pierced by a loud crack and the shrill sounds of screaming. As students kick away at their mats in an attempt to get away from him, shock fills his body. His eyes shoot open in a panic, but the bright sun rays cast white over his vision and leave him blind to his surroundings. The faint smell of metal fills his senses as a heavy, dead weight drops into his hands and he feels the earth sway beneath him. Deep in the lowest depths of his stomach, he can feel nausea bubble up from fear of what he’d done.

He tries to place the weight down onto the ground gently, but every movement is all too harsh and all too fast. The sound of a body hitting the ground with a loud thump fills his ears and a sense of dread washes over him. 

“No, no, no no no..” 

His legs then give out from the weight of his own body, dropping him down into the grass, fingers digging into the dirt. The nausea in his stomach only worsens, a tightness forms in his jaw and before he can even think to breathe through the panic, he’s hurling through sobs onto the ground below him. 

The fourth moment, he blinks. Over and over until the cloud of fog abandons his vision and he can see the blurry image of his surroundings. Surrounding him are abandoned mats and water bottles, nearing all of his students had run away or stood at a distance, watching him with fear in their eyes. Mothers covered their children's eyes, shuffling them further and further away from the monster that had just killed a man...during yoga in the fucking park. He wants to open his mouth, to say something, to cry out that it was an accident, that he didn’t know what was going on...but the loud, angry voices of the people surrounding him drown out any attempts he would have made. 

“He killed him!” they shriek, 

                                                                                          “Somebody call the police” they cry,           

                                            “You’re a monster!”

Every angry word spit in his direction stings worse than the last. Even as he tries to stand up, tries to reach out to the people around him, they only step back and scream at him to get away. People rush away, dialing emergency numbers on their phones and calling out for help, for someone to come take him away, to kill the disgusting mutant just like he’d killed the innocent man.