My Descriptive writing pieces

5~ Panic Attack

Heidi felt the panic begin like a cluster of spark plugs in her abdomen. Tension grew in her face and limbs, her mind replaying the last attack. Her breathing became more rapid, more shallow. In these moments before her personal hurricane, she understood the drug addict, the alcoholic... anything to stop the primal surge to flee. She hit speed-dial for Myla, no answer. She called again, her heart racing faster - no answer. Again - no answer. Again -no answer. No Myla. Heidi's eyes scanned her other contacts and the panic grew. In seconds she was curled tight in her bed, her only movement the trembling of her limbs and salty tears darkening her sleeves. There she stayed, unaware of the passing afternoon until she found the feelings had passed. Opening her eyes to the softening sun she gazed at the clouds, brilliant white against the blue. Though she could still hear each of her breaths, rasping just the same as when she had the flu - she'd made it. No Myla. No help. Just her. With the slightest of smiles and pink puffed eyes, she rose. Next time would be easier, and the time after and the time after, until it all went away. For the first time in forever she had the hope of being free, able to just be herself.

This one guys is "Short but sweet" (like me at times), hope you guys enjoy and requests for topics are available. Comment or private message me for any suggestions.

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