Breathe, Paige , just fucking breathe and everything will be okay, I told myself. The whole room was a blur and my wet shirt was sticking to my almost lifeless body. Through my tear stained eyes I spotted my bright blue speaker sitting on my nightstand without a care in the world. I scooched myself over to it placing my ipod on the chrager on it, making sure it was secured tightly down. Out of the speaker Pierce the Veil began to serenade me with my favorite song; One Hundred Sleepless Nights, which caused my tears to fade from my face and lyics appear on my lips. Explosions of voices rang through my room, pinging off every wall and object. The sound echoed in my head, my body, and soul, and my stomach turned to knots. I wasn't nervous or anything, but just the thought of singing gave the excitement of a 5 year old and ice cream. I danced and twirled around my room, playing air guitar down on my knees like I was really performing the song. I couldn't tell if I was in real life or not, the whole situation of me crying just seemed so far away at that moment. Everything that I was thinking before escaped my mind and somehow wandered off into a distant place thousands of miles out of my reach. Nobody could take this feeling inside from me. The whole situation played in my head; the crowd screaming, people jumping, my voice traveling through the microphone. Everything is perfect for that time at least. Then my brain snaps into reality and realizes the problem from before.
With the feeling still lingering in me, I slumped down on the bed and curled up in a ball. I saw a few tears escape from my eyes once again, then I recognized the back of my eyelids before drifting off into a deep sleep, hoping to never wake up.
