I slide to the floor, my arms and legs trembling from the overuse. I can feel my pulse everywhere, in my hands, in my feet, in my brain. I can feel a anxiety attack coming on, and my head starts throbbing to the rhythym of my heart.
How I wish I had that silvery pierce of metal...
I clutch my head, squeezing harder against my temples in a futile attempt to stop the pounding.
Have you ever really danced on the edge?
I start to hum Pierce The Veil which combats the oncoming attack.
Is something still scaring you?
The pain in my head subsides, and i drop my hands, sticky with sweat, into my lap.
Have you ever really danced on the edge?
I lean the back of my head against the cool tile wall of the bathroom.
The count of three is up.
I feel alright now, alright enough to click the power button on my phone.
9:32, it reads. I sigh. What felt like forever was only an hour and a half. It still surprises me, no matter how many anxiety attacks I have. It's probably the end of first bell or first elective or something. I can barely think straight enough to process where I am, let alone what period we're in. It's probably almost lunch bell. I decide to just crawl out the window and skip school. I won't be missing much. And it's not like I eat lunch anyway...
Just as I'm pushing myself to my feet, I hear the door open behind me, the creak causing my headache to return slightly.
"Hey kitten, I just want to talk."
I don't turn to face the voice, both because I don't need to nor have a desire to. I could recognize his voice anywhere.
So what if I forget regret?
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Stealing Stars
Novela JuvenilCollette is lost... Struggling with depression, bulimia and anorexia, she thinks that all hope is lost. But when she makes friends with the new student, her perspective on life changes completely.
