Dancing With Chicago - Chicago PD

The past

Breathe Annabelle.

Just breathe.

In through your nose.

1...2...3...

Out with your mouth.

1...2...3...

I can feel the world spinning as all the memories come crashing through the barriers I've built in my mind.

In through your nose.

1...2...3...

Out through your mouth.

1...2...3...

Repeat.

Think Annabelle.

Think.

What makes you calm?

Waterfalls.

As I'm doing the breathing exercise, I think of the one place I've always went when in distress. The one place only a few people know of. The one place that only me and Jay has seen.

The Waterfall.

I picture the place in my mind. Recalling the sound of water crashing down rocks and then splashing into the big plunge pool below. I recall the beautiful green plants growing around the waterfall.

The trees.

Beautiful green trees spread all around the waterfall. Making cool shelters, away from the heat of the sun.

Lilies.

Stunning Lilies growing on the bed of the plunge pool. Lilies of every color. Blue. Pink. Lots of pink. White. More white then pink lilies.

Daisies.

That's one of the real reasons why love that waterfall. Never in my life have I seen so much daisies in one place. I've always loved daisies. It always brought me comfort.

Snakes.

And that's when I lost my control.

I start hyperventilating again.

I can't breathe.

So freaking hard to breathe!

The world is spinning a 1000 miles a second.

My body feels numb. I'm leaning against the lockers for support.

I'm nauseous.

So nauseous.

I close my eyes.

"Anna?"

I hear the voice, but it's so far away. I know the person of the voice is close, but at the same time they feel so far away.

"Water," I croak out. My head snaps back as I'm starting to feel paralyzed.

Nauseous.

So flipping nauseous.

"Anna!" I hear the voice again. "Somebody, can we get some help here?!"

I hear footsteps, but I feel so distant. Someone pulled me away from the lockers so I can sit up straight again.

So much worse.

I'm Hyperventilating again.

"She's having a panick attack," I hear a voice again.

Hailey.

Or is it Kim?

Platt?

I don't know.