Affliction

Panic

Breathe.

In and out, in and out. She couldn’t, the air that was supposed to be reaching her lungs got pushed out too fast. Short shaking breaths came from her mouth. Her chest was tight, her knees had buckled. The whole world was closing in. She was stuck, unable to move or breath or talk. She couldn’t scream for help or even tell anyone her name. One, two, three, she counted trying to manage her breath but, she couldn’t. Soon now, she hoped she'd black out. It never happened soon enough. Everything was slow motion.

She was the panic's victim.