Zoë's POV
I am so done with the purple haired twat in there.
I rush down the stairs in a fit of pure rage before I grab my phone and bolt out the door. Thankfully I'm wearing some baggy shorts, so running won't be difficult. As for not having a sports bra.....ouch.
Because I'm so flustered, I'm running at an extremely fast pace and people are giving me weird looks. What? Have you never seen someone run before?
I just keep running....and running....and running, with no end in sight.
Why isn't this working? Why can't I cool off! I feel like I'm going crazy! Oh my god what am I going to do?!?!
My breathing picks up its pace and I begin to feel uneasy. I stop running and bend over slightly, putting my hands on my knees. Taking deep breaths, I try to calm myself down.
In
And out
In
And out
Shit.....shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!
My lungs were beginning to burn from the constant intakes and half exhalations of air. Why does this always happen? I know how to prevent them, my anxiety attacks, but somehow I always forget. And always at the wrong moments.
"Just breathe Zoë." I tell myself, trying to take in a slow breath of air. However it comes in like the rest, fast and heavy.
Oh god, oh god, oh god!
I'm going to pass out on the fucking beach if I don't figure out something quick.
I look around for something, anything, that I could use to keep me from turning into a potato. (That's what I call it when I have an episode and pass out)
My eyes feverishly search the surrounding area for an empty paper bag, or a cool water bottle. I don't know! Maybe even a random person who could hopefully calm me down enough to function.
There's no one around.......There's nothing around!!!
Oh god what am I going to do!
I feel my heart rate increasing to a dangerous pace and my vision is turing into a tunnel.
I finally give up and just fall to my knees, closing my eyes as I do. I can't stop it, there's no way. People won't try to help me because I look like a drunk who accidentally escaped from the party.
I'm about to totally let go when I hear something faint in the distance. I use all my energy to strain my ears to hear what the noise was. It seems to be getting closer.
"Hey!" Someone yells. I don't bother trying to figure out who, I just hope they're yelling to me and not someone else.
"Oh no you don't." I hear the voice say to me. Thank god.
The person grabs both of my arms and yanks me up so I'm standing on my feet. I'm not 100% sure who the person was, but I was not about to open my eyes. If I did, I would most definitely faint.
I'm still breathing fast and the person obviously can see that. They hug me towards their chest in an attempt to calm me down. It's not really working.
"Zoë! Please calm down." They shout at me. Pfft yeah like that's gonna work. Yelling at a person who's having an anxiety attack? Are you serious!
"Zayn! Step back, you're making it worse!" Another voice yells.
"N-n-no. I know what I'm doing." Zayn stutters.
I feel him squeezing me, trying to not allow me to breathe as hard as I am. Oh my god, he's actually acting like an idiot.
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