Breathe. One. Two. Three. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
My head spun. It was too bright. I gasped. Air. I needed air.
Inhale. Exhale.
I floundered. I couldn't even breathe right. Self pity filled my lungs.
I gasped.
Anxiety.
It slipped down my throat. It encased my screams. It swallowed my heart. Stoppered my emotions.
I blinked.
The world was black and white.
I blinked.
I was painted gray.
Inhale. Exhale. Nothing. Just. Please. I need.
A release.
My fingers fumbles through drawers. Boxes. Containers.
It wasn't here.
There was nothing.
I wanted to scream. I kept it in. The anxiety a cord. Winding around my throat.
Finally. I found something. Safety scissors.
But they don't cut.
I throw it. It clatters. The wall is silent. I pound it. Frustration overwhelms me.
I gasp.
I'm covered in scratches.
Tears finally drip down.
As the rope is pulled tight.
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