Panic

Poison

I can't breathe, it's impossible, my lungs are so tight that they are probably bruised from the tension, my hands are stuck to my chest, my heart beating uncontrollably fast. How am I supposed to deal with this poison, this gas in my lungs. It's starting to affect my brain, I can't think properly. It's like everything is jumbled in my head. I'm unable to form proper words. No one seems to notice except the little girl in the corner.

She's no longer crying, she's punching a wall, she's feeling claustrophobic, she feels like she's trapped in an endless circle of true horror. She can't breathe now, her knuckles bleeding, her heart pounding. The little girl drops to the ground, unable to move now. The poison takes over her lungs, just like me. She begins to shake, afraid to move. The little boy in the room across from us looks over, and wonders if the little girl is okay. The little girl whispers that no one can help her. I walk over and hug her.

She pushes me away, still unable to breathe. She falls down completely, seeming to have passed out. I bang on the door, desperate to help the little girl trapped inside this poisonous hell. No one comes to help her. She wakes up twenty minutes later not remembering what happened but still trembling. I ask her if she is okay. She takes a deep breathe and whispers, "I'm okay."

She begins to cry again, starting to remember what happened. Finally it's lunchtime, scavenging around the place, I find some sandwich materials. I begin to make the little girl a sandwich, she later takes a bite out if it, pushes it to the side and says, "I'm not hungry." The little girl sits in the corner again, this time holding a tiny stuffed puppy. It seems as if it reminds her of a time when she was content, we don't use the word happy here, it doesn't exist.

Half of us don't even remember our real names here. We lost everything when we came here, kind of like we became a different person. We don't have names here, we have numbers. What number am I, you are probably wondering, it's not important. We're all afraid of something here, I'm afraid of my true self, afraid of what I could really do. There's two main emotions that trigger us to go to Panic, one of them is anger, the other one is Anxiety. There's others of course, but many people don't understand our town because we don't have many positive emotions, most of them are negative.

Our town is basically abandoned, well it was until the government came along, after that everything turned black and scary as most would describe it. The town of Panic was founded for a reason that is unknown, no one has any idea who created such a horrible place. I don't think any of us intend on finding out. Panic is a scary place, but how do you like it so far?