Hannah's POV:
I was walking to class with Josh. Head down, chewing my nails again. He headed down the corridor to meet all of his friends and left me to stranded at my locker. I felt so scared by myself, I hated it, like I was going to get an attack. Oh, yeah I have a nervous disorder as well.
I reached out towards my locker and as I did my books slipped out of my arms and clattered to the floor. My heart began to race, my skin burning as people stared at me. I bent down quickly and banged my head on my locker. "Shit." I murmered. I could feel the tears rolling down my cheeks and I was shaking again. Not here, not now, I begged myself to calm down but my mind wouldn't let me. All I could think was 'I can't breathe, it hurts, I can't breathe, holy fuck what if I die.' I cupped my face with my hands and dropped to the floor, hyperventilating. People appeared shocked and turned away, hurrying to class. As soon as the corridor went silent, I lifted my hands away slowly. All I could think was how awful I looked and it made me feel worse. I tilted my head up and then I saw him standing ahead of me.
