The Transition // Part One
The Panic Attack
I live on the edges of rooms
Tick tock. Tick tock.
What is that buzzing noise?
Oh no. Not again.
Please don't stand behind me. I'm sorry, I can't explain why.
It's so unbelievably hot in here, I can't breathe.
I'm sorry, what did you say? Why is my hand shaking? I didn't know that it was.
I can't see your face. Everything is foggy.
I'm fine. Thank you. Sorry.
Please stop. I wanted to stay this time.
I'm sorry, I can't stay.
I live on the edges of rooms.
It's the fastest way out, after all.