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"What’cha thinking about? Huh? Moon head" The redhead questioned me making me jump in fright. I looked at her terrified of my own thoughts that, although interrupted, didn’t seem to want to unglue from my mind. "Ev, you’re so pale, what happened?" Amy added, worry painting her expression. Her hand landed on my face as if to measure the temperature, but my whole body was so numb and shaking that I couldn’t even feel her touch.

Her voice turned into a simple noise at the end of the tunnel, something imperceptible, monotonous. I wasn’t able to understand what she was saying, I stopped listening, as well as the rest of the room. It was as if my life had been placed in slow motion and the noise had been turned off. I was too busy thinking about who could be that man, who watched me so intensely, to even try to focus on what was going on around me.

What if they found me? What if he’s after me, waiting for the perfect moment to kill me? Even if I already had tried to put an end to my life, I couldn’t handle it right now because I finally got the courage to keep living. I was in shock and desperate.

I was moved but I had no strength on my legs. Nor my arms. It was hard for me to breathe and I couldn’t react to the cries around me. What if they already caught Jasmin? Did something happened to her and I'm next? I wanted to scream and run out of there, hide myself from the world and wait for all to be over. But it will never be over, it will keep going and going like a giant snow ball, and people will keep getting hurt and killed.

I realized I had left the room and was now in the hall. My vision was blurred and indefinite but still could feel those emerald eyes looking straight to me, near the emergency exit. No, no, no! He’s there, he’s here.

  "Look at me!" Amy yelled grabbing my arms and forcing me to look straight into her eyes. Only now, I realize the pain on my throat. I was screaming, and I didn’t even know it. "Breathe Evelyn, breathe! C’mon" She spoke calmly and I obeyed trying to breathe again and feeling my lungs relieve. “Okay, nice and slowly, with me… one, two, three…” She kept counting until it reached the ten, just like doctors told me to do. Keep counting, keep going.

Slowly my senses returned to normal and I closed my eyes tightly wishing he was no longer there. When I opened them I almost got overshadowed by the bathroom’s blinding light. I looked around and it was just the two of us and the stupid tears running down my face. Good Evelyn, you managed to show that you are not crazy at all!

"I think I had a panic attack" I confess biting my lower lip and she rolled her eyes laughing. I didn’t know why she was laughing, having the feeling that our world is running out is not exactly the best feeling in the world, but I still managed to smile back.

"Sorry" She apologized pulling me into a tight hug. She was quite taller than me, so my face slammed into her chest. In fact, almost everyone was taller than me.

My body is small, down and strange. Amy is always telling me that I have a perfect body but I think hers is much better than mine to be honest. She has long legs, good curves and bright skin. I have tan skin, I am not exactly thinness in person, you could say.

"What happened? Did you remember something you didn’t want to?” She forced me to lean against the wall and took my hair out of my face so she could see me in detail.

"No, I think it was just the moment," I lied forcing a smile trying to calm her. She didn’t seem very convinced but she also knew that I wouldn’t speak and it would better not force me to.

"You know you can talk to me if you need it" She reinforced with a sweet smile and I nodded.

I ended up washing my face and returned to class. Some school assistants had come and asked what happened and why was someone screaming.  The teacher showed them that everything was already treated. Everyone in class looked at me strangely, each one with its own expression marked in those young faces. Some were probably asking themselves why was a crazy girl doing there, others maybe wanted to help me, perhaps feeling pity. I forced myself to stop looking at their expressions, realizing that it was making me feel worse.