I bolt down the stairs and gasp for air.
Gasp.
Gasp.
My breathing does not return to normal.
I sob.
It starts.

My eyes dart everywhere.
There is not enough air.
I am choking.
Fear has it's claws tightly bound around my chest.
I hug my arms around myself
In an attempt to seal off the huge gaping hole inside of me.
To hold all of myself in.
Because right now, I am simply
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
apart.
I rake my hands through my hair
I taste my salty tears running down my face.
My eyes rapidly peer around every piece of furniture,
Looking for shadows,
Sensing danger where there is none.

Is this what death feels like?
I think so.

I want to scream,
scream so loud so that everyone can hear my pain
And the chaos inside of me.

Slowly I come down from my panic attack.
My imaginary danger is gone.
The anxiety finally lets me breath.
Until the next time.