Panic and Guilt
Chills slither up my spine like skeletal fingers gliding over my skin. I can't move. The breath catches in my throat. I begin to shake as one would if they were cold. But I am not. It is warm here. Others are laughing so why do I feel as if death has me in his grasp? I try to draw in a breath, but I can't. I panic. My knees give out and I slump to the ground I claw at my neck as if to free some grip that resides there. But I simply claw at my own skin. The feeling doesn't stop. I become frantic as wave upon wave of fear crash on me. My face is wet. Am I drowning? A screaming fills my ears. I cover them with my shaking hands. But the noise persists. Then another sensation joins my fear. It seems like something is trying to escape my stomach. My insides churn like the waves of an oceans fury. My eyesight becomes unfocused and dark, dark as the cloud that hovers endlessly over my thoughts. My breath returns but in quick, strained wheezes. I begin to shake violently. Then everything goes black.
I wrote this for a language arts class for evocative writing it's supposed to make you feel some kind of emotion. Dunno if it'll work but someone told me it makes them feel clastrophobic. Enjoy.