[BoyxBoyxGirl. Polyamorous]
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Falling for the best friend of her crush wasn't on Martha's bingo card. She had more important things to worry about, like the disappearance of her mother which led to the loss of her voice.
But amidst investigations...
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I need to get to my locker!
The whole room spins as I struggle through the sea of students who turn around to laugh at me. I can hear their silly remarks but it sounds like it’s coming from miles away. Right now, the only thing that exists is my need to locate my locker.
My pulse hammers in my ears and everything starts to blur together and I don’t know if it’s as a result of or the cause of the sinking feeling in my stomach.
The realization that I can’t see sets in and I feel my airway tighten so I cannot breathe. I can’t breathe, I can’t see and there’s a ringing in my ears that just won’t stop.
I need to get to my locker!
I lean against the wall as my legs start to fail me and I try to navigate by feeling my way around. I can hear the laughter, I can feel the stares of my peers burn holes through me, I can feel the drumming in my ears and the pounding of my heart.
Black spots form and the thought that I may pass out on this cold, hard floor only adds to my anxious state. I can’t breathe! I don’t want to be here! I can barely move! My chest hurts! Am I having a heart attack? No! That seems unlikely.
I need to get to my locker!
My legs feel like lead rods as they drag against the tiled floor and every movement consumes energy I’m already lacking. I want to stop. I want the earth to open up and swallow me whole. I want to fall and never get up, but I can’t. I have to get to my locker.
Through the blur, I make out the Harry Styles button on my locker door and with trembling hands, I try to put in my code.
It doesn’t work.
A stinging feeling forms in my eyes and the pain in my chest worsens. I can’t breathe!
I try my combination again, and again, but I must be messing it up because the locker doesn’t open. I feel the wetness slide down my face and soundlessly, I fall to the floor, my hand grabbing my throat as I try to will it to work. My head spins, the black spots get larger and I’m just about to say goodbye to the waking world when a shadow falls over me.
“M, can you hear me? I’m going to need you to breathe in for me, okay? Can you take in a deep breath?” Her voice is sweet and soothing, like a life boat thrown to me when I’m lost at sea. I try to nod, but I’m not really sure my body moves.
“Four seconds, okay?” I hear her take in a deep breath and I try to mirror her action. I try to drown out the noise and focus only on her scent. She smells like an expensive fragrance. She told me the name once, but I have a horrible memory.
