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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: back to black — amy winehouse
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tw: panic attack
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( 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝟏𝟔 )
The train entire carriage filled with billowing black smoke. And Meredith Darling felt her entire chest clench up in absolute fear.
It crept towards her, seeping through the joints of the floorboard, sneakinh out from the corners of crevices, engulfing the carriage in darkness. Meredith could make out some vague shapes wrapped in blackness, the silhouettes of the window panes and students alike blending into one, voices, hurried and frightened chittered nearby, but all she could hear was the incessant ringing in her ears that just wouldn't stop no matter how much she begged it to. She was filled with a sense of hopelessness that only reminded her of one thing. One damned thing that had haunted her, in her dreams, in her waking hours.
She felt the panic building in her abdomen like a cluster of spark plugs as the smoke just refused to clear. Tension trapped her face and limbs, her mind only able to think of the last time she had been attacked with this horrible darkness. Her breathing was loud in her bones but was shallow and rapid, like a fish gasping out of water. The smoke seems to swirl even faster, spinning around and around, mocking her for being weak and pathetic. For not being able to handle something as meagre as this. Meredith had felt her legs buckle under her, sending her to the floor to calm her racing heart which was hammering in her chest like it belonged to a rabbit running from its skin.
