I didn't go in the doors to the school after Westin parked his truck, I turned straight around and walked towards the cafe where Lily, Kaya and I ditched the one time. I left my phone in Westins car, I didn't want anyone contacting me.
The morning had passed my in a blur, nothing had made sense, my head feeling so fuzzy. I once again spoke to nobody. At this point I'm not sure I ever will.
I got there quickly, to focused on the tightness in my chest to notice the walk.
I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think.
I barely made out the words asking for a water from the cashier. Water was good. Water would help.
The room was blurry and my mind was shutting down.
Breathe.
I had to breathe or I wouldn't make it.
I had never had a panic attack in public and I wasn't going to start now.
I made it to a table and then something wet dripped on my hand. I looked up, but I felt my cheeks were wet. I was crying.
I had to stop.
People were looking at me.
Breathe.
Or try, I legitimately felt like I was dying.
I couldn't do this.
I wouldn't be okay.
I was alone in this world and nothing would change that.
I want a hug from Ashton.
I wanted to hear Grayson's voice
I wanted Ezra's lame attempts to cheer me up
I even want the twins to joke with me.
At least then I could breathe.
The room was spinning to fast to focus. No matter how hard I tried it remained blurry.
I couldn't do this.
I didn't want to do this.
It was to much.
Someone, anyone save me please.
I was sobbing now.
But I was on my own, no one was coming for me.
A/n I know this is super short but I wanted her panic attack to be its own chapter, to show how it is such an internal battle the real world was completely shut out during it.
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Lifeline
General FictionI'm fifteen and live with my five brothers; what more could there possibly be to say? Well, it turns out a lot, so read along and see for yourself.