Penny For Your Thoughts?

Twentieth

"I know it must be awful that I'm here at such a late hour, and I see you are off somewhere, but I-"

"This can't be happening. I gotta call Dr. Peters," I ran to the kitchen and look for my phone. I rip the kitchen apart, and I have a mess on the floor, but I need to find a phone. I remember my purse is in my bedroom, so I run to it and search that. But I hear footsteps and I want to turn around, but I know it's my imagination.

"Penny, what's going on?" I hear his voice and I close my eyes tightly until all I see is pure darkness.

"Just go away, just go away," I whisper to myself. But I hear him coming closer.

"Is this not a good time? Will it ever be a good time?" He wonders out loud.

"Why are you so close? Why do I hear everything?" I chant to myself. But then his hands wrap around my wrists and he's turning me around. I scream and he looks at me with nothing, but worry. I look down at my burning hands in shock and back to him.

"How can I feel you?" I look him dead in the eye.

"Because I'm touching you. What's happening to you, Penny?" I shut my eyes again and although I know there's tears, I can't feel them running down my cheeks.

"I think I'm having a panic attack," I whisper to myself. "Please, please if you're really there, just-" He wraps his arms around me and I let my legs give out. "Just hold me, please"

"I'm here. I'm right here,"