Just Another Love Story

..Who Is She?..

He was new at BridgeWhite school. He was new and it was going to be hard, he knew that. He sighed and sunk into his bed. He never told that girl his name, had he? No.. He hadn't. And he didn't know hers. Another sigh.
He took out his phone and curled up in his sheets. It didn't feel right here. It was like starting school again; No friends, nobody. But this time, nobody else was starting.
He tried to take his mind off the fact that he would be starting tomorrow, but he couldn't. He felt his palms begin to sweat, and his throat became dry. He couldn't breathe. Panic. He panicked. He pushed the sheets away to find breathing space, and he stumbled pit of bed and made a sloppy attempt to get up, which ended him curled up by the frame of the bed. His chest burned like fire, and his throat just wouldn't let the air get to his lungs. The sweat dripped as he tried to calm himself as his body shook violently.

After some time of unbearable silence and panic, he felt air being sucked in his longs, and he gasped for air desperately after he'd calmed down he took a few gulps of water which was in a glass be his bedside table. It didn't taste nice. It had been there for nearly two nights and was warm and stale. He made a face of disgust as he drank the water, but in fact, it had made him feel better. He got into bed and curled up in the sheets, slipping his hand under his pillow to reach his airpods, which he slid into his ears. A sigh of relief as a podcast played in his ears. He shut his eyes, turned off his light, and tried to sleep but he couldn't.  He couldn't stop thinking about her. Who is she?..