It's Not Perfect, It's Love - Prinxiety

The Attack

~Anxiety's POV~

I'm just sitting in my room, thinking, when I feel a wired pulling sensation in my stomach. It feels familiar but I can't remember from where at the moment. I try to ignore it but next thing you know, the scenery around me is changing.

I look around me confused. I see the others here too and... Oh... I lock eyes with Thomas and feel fear overwhelm my body.

Oh no... He summoned me... He brought me here to tell me how much he hates me, didn't he? He probably wishes the pills had worked...

Suddenly I'm having trouble breathing. My eyes widen as I struggle to take every breath. I sink to the ground, pulling my knees to my chest. I hear muffled talking but I can't focus enough to figure out who it is or what they're saying.

I tense as I feel something place a firm grip on my shoulder. I struggle somewhat but am too panicked to put up much of a fight.

I feel myself be placed on something soft and calming circles rubbed into my back. It helps some but still doesn't do much. I sit there, rocking slightly until a feel a familiar touch. I'm not sure why but this calms me some. I don't know why but this new touch seems to help more than the other one, even if they're both doing the same thing. I hear calming words whispered into my ear.

I can't tell who this is, but for some reason I feel like I can place all my trust in them and not get hurt.

I lean into this new touch, clinging to it as if it's the only thing that's keeping my alive. It's the only thing that seems real in my panicked state.

I take deep breaths, managing to even out my breathing slightly. Whoever it is seems to be helping. I hear a soothing voice telling me to keep going, that I'm going to be fine. I listen and continue taking deep breaths.

After about half an hour my vision finally starts to clear up. My hearing becomes less muddy as well. They still aren't back to normal, but they are getting there.

Whoever was helping me is still here. They never left. I try to focus on who it is but I can't, all I know is that I would probably still be panicking without them.

I feel myself losing awareness. I don't worry about it because I know it just means that I've tired myself out and am now falling asleep.

I do worry, however, that I might fall asleep and never realize who helped me through this. I need to know who it is. They somehow were able to calm me like nobody else has before. I want to figure it out but I know that it's probably useless to try. I barely remember what happens during my attacks once they're over. I decide to give it some effort even though I know it's not gonna do me any good.

I look around, straining my restricted sight to see anything that might give me a hint of who this safe, secure person is. I catch a blurry glance of white and red before falling into a somewhat restless sleep.