Luna was laying in her bed, her thoughts were racing. Like how I practiced, she panicked inside herself, In and out, in and out, in and out. But even though she repeated it inside her head, it didn't stop her gasping for air. She was fidgeting with a small vial, that was tied to a necklace that hang around her neck.
In and out, in out, in out. She kept telling herself, but her breathing only because heavier. She started losing air. In out, in out, in out, in out, in out. She kept repeating, but she only started to breathe in and out even faster. Losing even more air, blackness began clouding her mind. In out, in out, in out, in out. Every sentence faster than the last one, she started to hyperventilate.
Started? Wasn't she already hyperventilating? She couldn't remember. The blackness had completely taken over by now. It took over her mind, started to reach the corners of her eyes. For a moment, she thought she would choke to death. Air, I need air! And then she was in complete darkness.
She woke up, gagging and gasping as if she hadn't breathed for a few minutes. She pulled herself up, slowly, so she wouldn't start hyperventilating again. Before she even sat down on the bed, her head started banging. Fuck, my head. It felt as if someone had hit her with a shovel a couple of times. She grabbed her head with both hands. Untill the pain went away.
She lowered her hands, all the way to her knees. She just sat there in silence for a while. These hyperventilations had been there for quite a while now, but it seemed like they were only getting worse. She looked up, over at the calender that was hanging on the wall. 1st of september. First day of school.
Luna groaned. With the panic attacks and the terrible head aches that always followed, she didn't really get to sleep much. She was always tired and grumpy. Spending all of her free time inside, listening to her Spotify playlist. She looked over at her alarm clock. 6.37 am. The train left at exactly 1 pm. She decided to get up anyways. There wasn't any point in laying awake for another few hours.
She quickly put herself in a white shirt with a black leather jacket, stepped in one of those pants that goes larger near your feet, and white shoes. Time for hell.
T.b.c.
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School of Trouble
FantasyWhen Luna gets put into a school for troubled teens, she immediately is noticed as a new student. She wasn't put in there because she robbed a bank, or she lit a building on fire. She was there for something in the past. Dealing with both traumatic...
