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screamed brokenly. “Get me away from here. Get me out of
here. I need to get out… I can’t breathe! I need to get out.”
He went to punch the door again, but I grabbed his fist,
holding his hand in my own. It was a risk. I knew he was so
lost in his head that he could have hurt me. Unintentionally.
But it was important for him not to hurt himself.
It was becoming clearer that he was suffering from a
panic attack. I knew exactly what it looked it, what it felt
like.
“Please,” he whimpered. “Get me out of here. Please.
Please. Please. Please.”
I held back a choked sob as he started pleading, each
word spilling out of his mouth like a goddamn arrow
straight to my heart. I bled for him.
He started mumbling something I couldn’t hear, his
breathing ragged and loud as he struggled to breathe.
When he realized he couldn’t break free, Maddox
crouched down, his head dropping to his hands as he fisted
his hair, pulling at the strands. The mumbling under his
breath grew louder as he shook his head back and forth.
“Please, please. I need to get out. Help…Help me…Please.”
My chest grew tight at the sight of him like this.
My knees weakened. When I couldn’t hold myself
upright any longer, I knelt down beside his trembling form.
My hand landed on his chest to feel his heart pounding,
hard and erratic, as if it was beating right out of his chest.
His shirt was drenched with sweat, sticking to his body like
a second skin.
I knew what it felt like to suffer like this. Chest caving
in, all the air being sucked out from your lungs, a fist
clenching your heart so tight, blood rushing through your
ears, your lungs can’t seem to work properly and then it
happens… suffocation. The need to crawl out of your skin,
as if your body is not your own anymore, chasing an escape
you couldn’t even see through the fog.