I can’t breathe. The world has gone quiet, but my brain screams. Pounding silence is ripping at my ears as my mind tries to claw its way out. My plea for help is stifled as I drown in my thoughts, stuck in my own head. The what ifs strike me over and over while I tunnel into a wild panic. “You should have gone.” “You made a mistake” 

“Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!”

As I look around, all I see is the wrong. That picture is crooked. The cards are on the floor. The light is broken. I feel a frantic pull to fix them all at once, but I can not move. My thoughts are racing so that my body can not keep up. Though my breaths are coming in and out in a multitude of gasps, I feel as though I might suffocate. 

I note the floor but it’s not under my feet; it is near my head. My vision has been ascude by the black dots clouding my eyes. I squeeze them shut but then it is just a kaleidoscope of pain. I hope that I pass out so that I can sleep and leave this horrible state, but it never comes. 

No one ever does.