Invincible

Prologue

I clutch my fist over my heart in attempts to stop it from slamming out of my rib cage. My throat tightens and my breathing emerges as labored pants. Almost as if a invisible hand is gripping my neck and slowly tightening. It feels so real if where to look at my neck I would see a hand or a mark. But I know if I did look I wouldn't see anything. I force myself to remove hand from over my heart. When doing so my stomach cramps. I imagine this is how a piece a paper in the process of being crumbled into a ball would feel if it could.

No one around me is effected by this unseen force. If any of them where to look at me all they would see a girl fidgeting with her hair. My face would be deceptively calm. Despite the turmoil of thoughts running rampant in my head. They are unable to see my desperation to escape my own body. My hand scrapes over the rough skin of my scalp. Pausing once in a while to pick at the scabs hidden under my hair. The pain of trying to make the texture smooth offers a good distraction from the rising panic. But that is all it is, a distraction. It doesn't solve the problem.

I stop messing with my hair and cross my arms on the table in front of me. I lay my head on top of my arms and close my eyes. I'll be fine, it's not like I haven't been though this before.