Last night I had an anxiety crisis, or at least that's how it looked as. I began to tremble and cry uncontrollably, without knowing what was happening to me.
It happened to me again at school, during the english class. This time I didn't cry.
I went to see the nurse and I stayed talking with her for a while, then I cried. She told me maybe I should ask for help, and by "help" she was referring to a psychologist.
I don't know why, but I said yes.
Author's note
Hey! I know I haven't post chapters since Saturday. I'm sorry, it's just I had a week full of homework for school. This happens because I don't have the chapters written previously, I invent them at the moment.
I'll try to catch up (like if you'd had a daily chapter), between today and Friday.
As always, remember to vote and comment. Thanks for reading.
-A.
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Short Story"I found a notebook and I'm afraid to see what's inside..." By: antactic_princess No copy or adaptation is allowed. All rights reserved.
