The sun has been down for hours now, and I am still covered in my blanket as I sit cross-legged on my bed, my hair subsiding in the front of my face.
I am currently too uptight to get some shut eye, and I have a high suspicion it is because of Charles. It is firstly, hard to tell if it is in dread of what is to come, or if the feeling in my gut is something much more.
The feeling makes me almost light headed, or when you have stayed up too late, your brain foggy. This feeling grows down to my gut, which then turns into butterflies dancing in the sky, twisting and coiling my abdomen.
The more and more I think, the more my head starts to pound. It sounds like a book being repeatedly dropped onto a hard surface. It rings in my head, continually getting louder.
Another panic attack
I've been getting these since my parents passed away, as it caused a traumatic experience in my life. I tried to calm myself down, only then to remember the Knight in the room just beside me. The Knight in red who will tear my city down. Our city down. My parent's city down.
Red fills the image in my head, the Knight who has come, and will leave with my whole city. It's a myth, it has to be. Not this man. The man with the prism eyes and perfect blonde locks, even when soaked.
I feel my breathing increase significantly, as my head fills with my air, furthering my dizziness, to the point where I may faint.
I can't breathe. There's too much red. Dark red.
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Knights And The Color Blue
FantasyA Young Knight, the name of Charles, was sent on a journey across the land to save a princess..though Charles wasn't very interested in princesses...Or any girls in that fact. As this son travels across the earth, He ran into an incident, Causing hi...
