Claustrophobia

5

It is 6th period. Political science class. She is teaching us in the best way possible- group discussion.
She has seen me writing in my journal again. Uh oh.
"Avni, I'd like to see you after class, please"
I shudder involuntarily. Does she know?
I'm being paranoid, aren't I?
I feel my spine twitch. Another anxiety attack. I try to control it and ignore what's happening.
I think the darkness crawling up my spine is back.
I feel my back muscle twitch yet again. I don't know how to stop it.
You'd think that after all these years of suffering, I'd have learnt to curb my anxiety, but I haven't. It's unstoppable.
As I continue writing this, I press too hard and break the tip of my fountain pen. Ink splatters all over the place.
I'm freaking out and my hands are trembling. I can't write more.
Later.