a-z short phobia writing

suffocation (no breathing)

Everyone talks about love, but nobody talks about how painful it is.

The first time I noticed the petals, somehow I didn't freak out. That was, until they kept coming. I kept doubling over, coughing up flowers and blood, hunched over the toilet. They just kept coming and coming and coming. It was suffocating. I slap my hand over my mouth, gagging. Daffodil petals come up. Of course.

Sometimes the symptoms appear in class. I flop down into my desk, scanning the room for local trashcans. My eyes land on *them.* I try to surpress a gag. It's... fine. Just have to make it through last period.

Obviously, the amount of blood I loose in a day is... less than pleasant. It drips down my hands, my chin. I spend most of my time in front of toilets, vomiting, nowadays. I stop, and suddenly, I feel a weight on my chest. Suffocation. I gasp for air. My hands claw at the walls, before I fall. I inhale sharply, coughing more, and more, and more. I feel weak, dizzy. The room spins, before I breathe one more time, everything melting into a blur, before it goes black.