❝I'm not crazy.❞
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in which a girl with agoraphobia messages an unknown person one day, marking the start of a bond that grows stronger with each conversation.
Her hands were shaking as she typed bye and then put her phone down. In tears, she managed go to her bed and lie down. The voices were slowly seeping inside her head, something that she didn't want to happen. Even her breathing was now erratic.
Go away, she tried to make the voices leave. Just go away, please.
But all in vain. For she knew that this panic attack, like all the others, was bound to happen no matter what she did.
"Antonio!" She screamed instantly, hands flying everywhere on the bed. "Antonio!" Just then, she could hear footsteps and then her servant was here, near her bed.
"Ms Leroy," he started, pinning her arms. "Calm down, Ms Leroy. Calm down right now. There is nothing here to harm you at all. You're safe. Just calm down."
"No! It hurts. It hurts so much," she cried, eyes now full in tears. "It was all a mistake. I-I didn't mean too! It was a mistake! It was all a mistake!"
"What was a mistake, Ms Leroy?" Antonio asked, body tensing at the answer which he somewhat knew. There was no reply. "Jacqueline?"
"Messaging him," Jacqueline, the girl, whispered. "Messaging Francis."
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