I really need to learn to get over my anxiety.
She felt pitiful as if there was nothing in the world that could make her better. Feeling as if the world was shrinking around her, she impatiently waited while being squished between two males. One was heavyset while the other looked as if he hadn't exercised a day in his life.
"I'll have a Unicorn Frappuccino, please," she panted when she finally didn't feel boxed in. The cashier just raised an eyebrow at the customer, and fixed his undercut styled hair. "Okay, Sidney," he began as he was writing her name on a sticky note,"it'll be ready soon." He spelled Russell like Russle though.
"How did you," Sidney felt like screaming on the inside.
"Your name tag is still visible, Darling."
"Oh.. I knew that," Sidney muttered as she made her way out for some fresh air, and grabbed the Sunday paper. There was something off about the words on the paper though, the words would just flicker like an image on a glitching smart phone. She felt her throat get tight as if someone was chocking her. Tears streamed down Sidney's face as she struggled to intake air. No one was around to help her. It's as if they everyone disappeared as soon as she started struggling to breath. One moment she was fine, ordering a Frappuccino and reading the Chicago tribute, and the next minute she was lying on her back. There was muffled voice frantically saying something to the right of her, but no one was there
"Open! Why won't you open."