The white surrounds me. The white room with the white corners and white walls and white floor and ceiling consume me, eat away at me. I begin to move my arms, and as usual am unable to. There is a small whirring sound in this small white room, and the smell of cleanliness surrounds me. The straight jacket I wear constricts my arms. Its roughness seems to scratch at my skin. Panic begins to fill up inside me, claustrophobia starting to choke me, now I am unable to swallow, now I am unable to breathe, every breath fire. My body shivers in fear, now I am struggling against the jacket, now my arms itch to move, and I bite my lip to keep from screaming. My heart begins to pound, harder and harder, louder and louder in my ears. My breath quickens, everything feeling fuzzy. My brain cannot conjure words; my mind is floating away, my eyes seeing but not comprehending, the pounding of my heart hurting my chest. 
I stop my movement and focus on the white ceiling, seeming to get closer and closer to me. I roll over and stare at the wall seeming to crawl its way nearer to my body. I roll again face down on the floor, and see the floor threatening to enclose me as well. I roll over and sit up, a struggle itself with the straight jacket on, tightening and tightening more.  I breathe in through my nose, over and over and over again, but not enough oxygen coming, so I breathe through my mouth over and over and over again but still not enough air to fill my lungs. I close my mouth once again and try to regain calmness, but the only thing entering my nose is the smell of rubbing alcohol, burning me. I look down at the straight jacket and I just know it is the jacket not allowing the air. I struggle against it, fear rising in me, but the jacket giving no freedom. The fabric must be made of sandpaper, it must be. I jerk my arms around again and again and again, nothing happening. I can’t move my arms. I can’t move my arms. I can’t move my arms. A deafening boom sounds in my ears.
I look up to see the white wall rising up, to show a window, with people staring at me through it. Their eyes pierce through me, judging my every move. My breath quickens once more, my heart so loud in my ears that my thoughts no longer exist. My body shakes, convulses in pure terror, as the people look at me and write things in their notebooks. Everything in my body tenses, as I look at the woman talking in the microphone, speaking foreign words I do not understand. She has dark brown hair, and wears a navy blue suit with a white blouse. She uses her hands as she speaks her voice low and sweet.
“This you are witnessing is a Panic Attack, which is a sudden feeling of acute and disabling anxiety. Some symptoms are shortness of breath and/or hyperventilation, heart palpitations, trembling and/or shaking, a choking feeling, sweating, nausea, and a feeling of numbness.”
I shake my head to rid of this women’s loud voice, scaring me. My throat is closing; it just must be, because air refuses to enter my windpipe. I curl in a ball, screams beginning to leave my mouth. I’m screaming. I’m screaming.  I scream for air, there just has to be enough in the small room; I could not have used up all the oxygen in this excruciatingly small room. The people outside the window make ooh and ahh sounds, writing down on their papers, some clapping their hands together, the lady with the dark brown hair smiling at the crowd. I scream louder, wanting the eyes off me, wanting my arms free, one singular satisfying breath. I scream with no prevail, my mind thinking of nothing else then to yell and scream and cry for nothing except a breath, and freeing of my arms and the exiting of this room and for my heart to stop slamming itself in my chest harder and harder every time it beats. I shut my eyes tight to rid the vision of the crowd’s faces and I tuck my head in between my knees to rid the noise of the dark brown haired woman speaking into the microphone so now all I have with me, the thing I want gone most, is my debilitating fear.
The white surrounds me. The white room with the white corners and white walls and white floor and ceiling consume me, eat away at me, and there is no way out.