Content Warning: Portrayal of a Panic Attack and PTSD
[A/N] : If this portrayal is inaccurate and or offensive in any particular way, send a direct message to me. Any and all constructive criticism is welcome.
I had originally taken this down in 2021/2022 , now it is back!
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——————————————————————————— "Witch! A witch, I tell you!"
"I heard that she placed a hex on herself to save his body."
Spiraling further and further into her turmoil, Ash felt suffocated. Each breath shorter than the last, each memory becoming more and more vivid.
Her body shriveling up further and further into the corner of the windowsill, completely ignoring the cheery aura of North's workshop.
Her lungs screamed for oxygen. Tears cascading down the brunette's cheeks relentlessly. Nails engraving themselves into her arms.
Ash was able to hear the harmful words as clear as day. Every word more manipulating than the last, every friendship faker than the last.
The screams of anguish coming from her family when she burned away.
The pain in her brother's cries.
The way the moon was looking down on her.
The cheers of the village.
"The witch is dead! The witch is dead!!!"
Make it stop, make it stop! MAKE IT STOP PLEASE!!!!
I JUST WANTED TO SAVE HIM, IJUSTWANTEDTOSAVEHIM, IJUSTWANTEDTOSAVE-
