Doing your best to remain calm – remember, we have an empath and a mind-reader among us – you call out in a raspy whisper, "P9rrim." You can't remember if she was near you when you lost control of your sight. You raise your voice slightly, but not enough to attract unwanted attention. "P9rrim..." But to no avail. Or maybe she did respond, after all you wouldn't have heard her. But never mind that – it looks as though you'll have to deal with this on your own.
Hoping that someone nearby would hear, you mutter a quick "Excuse me, I have something to attend to" before turning and heading away from what you remember to be the general area of the crowd.
The difficulty of walking takes you by surprise – you had forgotten how severe the effects of your visions could be at times. Concentrating solely on your balance, you think you are doing fairly well. That is, until a firm hand catches your wrist and pulls you upright.
Cr*p. Oh, and hopefully you didn't just say that aloud, swearing of all things would surely draw attention to you given your strict history of avoiding the practice. Besides, you wouldn't want to trigger anyone, even if your friends have sworn up and down that crude language doesn't bother them.
Whoever it was who caught you grabs you firmly by the shoulders and turns you (presumably) to face them. Maybe you can still save face.
You focus all your energy on regaining your balance. Crossing your fingers that you haven't interrupted them midway through a sentence, you speak as clearly as you can. "I'm sorry, I have t9 g9 at the m9ment – it's a pers9nal matter. 6ut I will 6e 6ack sh9rtly." You shove the mysterious friend's arms off of your own and continue on your path.
But this time more arms are catching you and you guess your balance isn't nearly as controlled as you had thought it was. You stand to get away, not caring what they think is going on at this point, you'll come up with an excuse later... but if you don't leave now you'll have a lot more to explain and you're not ready for that – Beforus, you doubt you'll ever be ready for that.
"Please let me g9..." Your words must be so garbled at this point that you doubt anyone even understands what you're saying, but you have to try something. "I'm fine, this is n9rmal, 6ut I need t9 g9..." You're weak now, weak enough that you're hardly putting up a fight against them and it only takes one troll to hold you back now. And they're mostly holding you up.
Never mind. So be it, let the world know, what do you care. The vision wants to come and you can't keep it at bay any longer.
Your last thought is fear, in knowing that everyone you came closest to trusting is here to watch you.
And then the world dissolves.
Sorry, the next chapter may take a little longer to upload. It's from the POV of a character I don't have much practice with and I want to make sure it's just right. In the meantime, I hope you're enjoying the story. Let me know what you think in the reviews! I don't mind constructive criticism.