It gets harder to keep it in when they ask “are you ok”. The tears fall and breathing gets harder. Time won’t stop. “I can’t help her” She hears what there saying and try’s to ignore them but her ears seem to be the only thing that works. Her mouth won’t open. Her legs won’t move. “go to the bathroom” “hide” she tells her self but nothing is working. Her heart is skipping. Her head is pounding. If this were you you may think you were dieing but she is already dead. She’s a living zombie
He said
I find it difficult to catch my breath, this fills me with a sense of panic. The thought of everyone in this room witnessing my distress overwhelms me, I fear their judgment and cruel remarks. As I contemplate this painful reality, I hurriedly make my way towards the exit, desperately trying to conceal my face. I repeatedly tell myself that no one saw me, as if it could somehow alleviate the situation.
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