Prologue

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I can't breath,
All I can do is claw at my throat as I feel it slowly closing. My lungs ache as they silently beg for sweet, sweet air.

The thumping of my heart loudly drumming in my skull, it was loud, too loud. The white graffiti stained walls burning my eyes, it was... So bright, too bright, making  tears stream down my cheeks, cooling me slightly.

The pain of thousands of knives penetrating my skull, making me want to scream in agony.

I pull at my hair my hair and bite at my lip enough for the familiar metallic taste to fill my taste buds; I continued to do this in attempt to ease the pain radiation from my skull, down to my lung and chest.

It didn't work. My whole body igniting as heat and pain smothered me, internal flames biting and tearing at my flesh.

My tears no longer cool but hot like fiery coal on white winter snow, painful and deadly.

My body a shaking, quivering mess on the toilet floor. Minutes later my body began to calm, not completely but enough for the tears to stop and the pain lessen.

My body remained hot, my eyes sore. I slowly and shakily stood up from the floor and unlocked the stall door. I stumbled like a drunk over to the mirror and sick, my hands quickly but shakily clutching to the sink.

I slowly turned on and splashed cold water in my face, the icy feeling of the water covering my face and it's droplets running down my neck, bringing me back to sanity.

I put my hands back on to the rim of the sink and took a calming deep breath and then looked in to the cracked toilet mirror.

My eyes red and swollen, my hair messy like a birds nest and my uniform dampened from my fallen tears.

My names Luna Percy Bennett,
And I just had a panic attack, again.

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