I have been doing panic attacks for the past six weeks. I never thought I'd feel like this over a guy. I've been throwing up all the food I seem to ingest.
"Sandra, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I-I think I'm just sick."
I flush the toilet and brush my teeth. I look in the mirror and see that I'm a complete mess. I lazily brush my hair and attempt to wash my face.
Sara is waiting outside the bathroom. She's holding a glass of water.
"You need some sleep. You look tired, why don't you try and get a little sleep?"
"Yeah. Okay."
I hug her as she whispers that everything is going to be okay.
I close the door behind me and fall on my bed. As soon as my eyes closed, I drifted to sleep.
I heard voices and movements but I decided not to react upon it.
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Fanfiction{Herman Tømmeraas} Where an actor meets a model on Social Media. Jokes on them, Sandra Bellarke lives in LA while Herman Tømmeraas lives in Norway.
