Anxiety

Prologue

Shayne

What if people see me, what will they think, will they try to fix me? His thoughts are racing and it feels like the walls are closing in around him. A terrible pain emerges just above his left eye, a horrible, crippling pain. His breath quickens and tears stream down his face, he would vomit, if he had had anything to eat. He loses feeling in his extremities first, the tingling sensation becoming overwhelming. His vision is clouded and he dosen't feel in control. A strong chill causes his whole body to convulse. Almost as quickly as it started, it ended, with a tear streaked face and red eyes.

Ryann

Fingers. He can't feel his fingers. His throat is tightening by the second, and he can feel a terrible headache coming on. The worst part is that he can't do anything to stop it. He's ultamitely helpless. He felt like he wanted to vomit and eat every bit of food on the planet simultaneously. The whole attack seemed to be the world going against Ryann, picking out every one of his worst fears and placing them on him, all at once. He fell against the cold tile floor - he always rushed to the bathroom when he felt an attack coming on. He saw his red fingertips gripping the floor, but he can't feel them. He sees and feels everything happening around and inside him, but he can't control anything. He had no control. This time, he didn't try to stop the wave of terrible feelings - he let it overwhelm him. Suddenly, he couldn't feel anything except his face hitting a wall of cold. That wall of cold was also known as the floor, which he completely landed on now. His eyes slowly snapped shut, and no feeling was left inside him. He saw a flash of white, felt a tear run down his cheek, and then there was nothing. No feeling, no sights, no pain. Just black.

Cleo (Anxiety's P.O.V.) 

Shit, shit, shit. Nope. Not now, she thinks, her toughts echoing through my own mind. 

It's the middle of third period. Cleo's leg is going numb. Her heart is starting to race, she's growing really hot. She's paralyzed in fear. She's had anxiety attacks before in the middle of class. I don't know why now is such a big deal. She's begun to take short, shallow breaths. 

"Cleo, please come present your report," orders Mrs. Monotone. At least, I think that's her name. It's all Cleo ever calls her. 

The girl tries to reply or move to the front, but it appears she can't. A wave of fear and dread washes over her and incapacitates her even more. I feel rather bad for her, but this is my nature, my job. I have to do it. I clench her heart and she starts seeing spots. I think for a moment she might pass out. 

"Cleo," echoes the teacher. 

The class's eyes are on her now. The girl's own eyes have teared up. Most of her appendages are numb now. A few more waves of fear overcome her now. 

"I think she might need a minute..." says one of the classmates. 

"Fine, but, Cleo, you'll have to go today. No exceptions." 

She panics and I can feel her trying to tell herself to calm down or move or something, but nothing's happening. Her mind is frantic, wild and feeling rather constrained. Her soul was fighting for movement, but her body refused. 

She managed a strained "yes," and gave in to my attack.