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Nothing ever prepares you for situations like this.
There are movies, shows, and even real-life circumstances that highlight and bring awareness to the matter but don't begin to dive deep. It only touches the surface. What's depth is disregarded. Set to the side. Nonexistent. No one talks about the overwhelming emotions blurring your finest guidance. Or your mind desperately escapes your head to avoid those feelings, causing all common sense to dissipate. That abnormal chain causes your body to deprive itself of proper direction. It functions irrationally, yet it strives to achieve one thing.
Survive.
Orish instantly hunkered to the ground. Her fingertips briefly swiped the cold tile before she enclosed her arms around her legs and curled her body like a hermit. She aspired to remain still, but her anxiety wouldn't allow it, making her shake. Her breathing was hefty, like someone seated an anchor onto her chest, barring its airway. The only thing she could do was be attentive to the havoc unraveling all around simultaneously. Bloodcurdling screams. Heavy footsteps. Tables, chairs, glass, and other objects being plowed or plunged to the floor. It was too much to bear. She buried her face into her knees.
