Something was wrong. They could feel it. They didn't know what it was, persay, but it was there, hovering all around them, as constant as the heartbeat in their chest.
Bu-bump. Bu-bump.
Their throat felt like it was closing. They realized what was going on and wanted to scream. Not here. Not now. Not again. Not in school...again.
Bu-bump. Bu-bump.
They couldn't help it. They started to take the trained breaths like they were supposed to, starting on the four-four count of common time in music, moving to the seven-eleven they learned in their meditation classes.
Bubump. Bubump.
They were breathing but their throat was still closing. Everything around them was brought into hyper focus. Every scratch of pencil on paper. Every whisper of a thought to a friend. Every shout of the (supposedly near-deaf) teacher trying to get everyone to "QUIET DOWN, PLEASE!"
Bubump bubump. Bubump Bubump.
Everything was so bright. Why was everything so bright? Why did their fellow students think it necessary to wear neon shirts and shorts to school? It was 50 degrees outside, didn't they realize?!
Bubump bubump bubump bubump bubump bubump.
They tried to breathe. Tried to keep inside their head. But their head was a jumbled mess of breathejustbreathenothingishurtingyouthisisridiculousit'sbeenalmost2yearsnow!!!
Bubumpbubumpbubumpbubump!
They wanted to scream. To run. To unleash the insanity caged inside their mind like a starving tiger with wounded prey right outside reach. They couldn't. This was school. They'd get in trouble and their parents would be called and they'd probably be thrown into the looney bin, it's where they belonged, wasn't it?! Well, wasn't it?!?!
Bubumpbubumpbubumpbubumpbubump.
People were crowding them now. Asking them if they were all right. They were probably crying. But everyone was crowding over them seven feet tall when they were maybe three sitting down, and they were leaning in closer to get a better look, being loud and slow to make their words known, and it was too much it was too much!
Thudthudthudthudthudthudthudthud.
They were going to die...I'm going to die!593Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp2J6G0GNps
I try to stay in my own head. Quit dissociating. Stay in the here and now, assess the situation, what's wrong I'm not here. What can I-I'm not real, just a consciousness adrift, watching this body go into shutdown.593Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlD3NsEhQjl
Their heart is beating so fast, they feel it's a wonder they're alive. Although if being alive means being this shaking, shivering mass, they'd really rather not be.
A/N: A danger doesn't have to be real to scare you. I show how I have my "normal" panic attack, along with the rare feeling of dissociating. Neither are particularly pleasant.593Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0BLk4Rd9V7
