You'll hold my hand right

-8-

..... I can't move ...

.. I've tried ..... ... my body won't
listen to me .......

....... not my legs, my arms or even my
head ...... .... .........

.... it hurts ........

.. ...... the pictures ... ceep appearing in my head .. .

[the house]

[the room]

[her room]

.... ........... the voices ....... gets louder and louder .. .......

[Watdee (1) ai' Gulf]

[Hey stop .... it tickles]

[Sure, you can come over]

[The bed is so small,
can't you just sleep on the sofa?!]

[Why are you such a funny idiot sometimes?]

[I think we should stop seeing each other]

[WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS!]

[I NEVER LIKED YOU!]

[I HATE YOU!]

........... .... ........

... ........... breathe ...........

.............. ...... breathe ....

...... in ..... ... out .........

...... ..... in ..... out .........

"... Saai"

I get up, full of sweat, my whole body trembling. Placing my hand on my chest, I feel the suffocating pain and immediately know what's happening. A panic attack. "Shiaa! (2)" Not wanting to let people see me like this I rush out of bed to get to the bathroom before the panic attack fully takes over, but my legs have lost all their strength and I immediately fall on the ground. I try to get up, but a wave of anxiety washes over me and all i can do is sit there and let it happen.

[Dont talk to me again]

"Why? ..... ........."

[I've hated you for a while now]

"..... Why? .."

[I hate how you speak to people and your short temper]

"...... ... Khot hort! (3) ........"

[I've grown tired of it]

"... ..... Khot hort! ..."