I was going to die. They were going to kill me. All because that selfish son of a bitch decided to leave me and Crystal to rot. He could go to hell. Suddenly, my breath caught in my throat. I couldn't breathe. Tears filled my eyes and I slid down to the cold hard floor. I tried to breathe, but I couldn't. I sucked in as much air as possible for seven seconds, kept it in for four, and let it out in eight breaths. I sighed and wiped my eyes. The panic attacks had been more frequent each day and sometimes, I locked myself in my closet for hours on end. I tried his cellphone one more time, but the operator said that the number no longer existed. I tried his facebook page, but he had either blocked me, or closed it down. Suddenly, I got an idea. I ran down the stairs, and reached the lobby and ran out onto the street. I hailed a cab and slammed the door.
"Where to, miss?" The taxi driver asked me.
"The nearest airport" I replied.
Author's note:
The end is near. You have been warned.
- Celestine
