Invisible

I ran through the halls, full speed, aiming for my locker once again. I chucked my textbooks into it after wrenching it open. I yanked my bag out and ran out of the stupid school building as fast as I possibly could. I tried desperately to breathe, telling myself there was no reason at all to be so shaky and worried.

But anxiety doesn't really listen to reason.

I stopped running as soon as I got out of the school. I turned left and right, looking around for a safe haven, away from all the people. My vision was dimming, I couldn't breathe, it felt like there was an extremely fat man sitting on my chest, crushing me.

I walked quickly to the side of the school. There was nobody here. I swung my bag off of my shoulder and threw it against the wall of the school with such force that all my new school supplies exploded from it.

I turned my back to it then slumped against the wall, putting my head in between my knees and trying so, so hard to get needed oxygen into my lungs. I sat there for what seemed like hours trying to take deep breathes but not succeeding. My vision had little spots of light and was dimming ever more around the edges. I scrunched my eyes tightly shut. I knew I was going to pass out soon, and there was nobody around to help. Not that they could.

What I needed was music.

I fumbled desperately in my pockets trying to get out my iPod and earbuds. I sighed in relief once I got them. I clicked the home button on my iPod.

The screen stayed black.

No no no no no...

I tried again. And again. It refused to come to life. My one help in this situation was lifeless. I nearly screamed aloud. I threw my iPod down in the dirt at my feet and buried my head in my hands.

"Hey, Emma."

I shot my head up at the sound of his voice. The only voice that had said my name in months. But to my dismay, I didn't see him anywhere.

I must be going crazy.

"I know you'll be okay, Emma. I know you will. I need you. We need you."

I lifted my head once again, thoroughly spooked. I slowly pushed myself into a standing position, wiping my eyes and pushing my hair out of my face. My heart was beating even faster than before, and I still couldn't get air into my lungs.

I scoured the area. There was no more distant sound of kids getting out of school, no more cars coming to pick up their sons/daughters. I've been out here a good twenty minutes at least. Not that anyone cared.

I slowly looked around, looking past my supplies strewn across the lawn, with my backpack nearby. I absorbed the sight of my iPod lying in the dirt, earbuds still semi-wrapped around it. I looked out into the street, seeing nothing but a fluttering grocery bag stuck in the gutter. I glanced to my right and saw only a lone bike left in the bike racks, the lock softly clinking against the spokes of the wheel.

"I need you, Emma."

I jumped at the sound of the voice again, even though it was nothing but a whisper. A sound much like sobbing followed. I backed up into the wall. I still saw no sign of life anywhere.

"I need you."

Nope. No no nopity nope. Too weird.

I shoved all my supplies back into my bag, grabbed my iPod out of the dirt, and ran. I ran faster than I ever had before. I had no idea where I was going. I couldn't go home, not yet.

Tears were flowing down my face, thick and fast, and I still couldn't breathe. Soon enough, I had to stop. I sat at a park bench, trying to catch my breathe and to keep conscious.

It didn't work.

As slipped away, I heard it again.

"I need you..." Jack's voice sobbed.

Then everything went black.

Notes

Jesus I almost gave myself a panic attack writing about Emma's panic attack. I think I did good describing that. At least that's how mine are.

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