Panic Attack
Fingers fumbling, causing the papers to slip from her grip. She growled in frustration, slamming her hand down on the desk. Too much to ask, it seemed, for her to do something simple- a task that was easy, should have been, but she struggled anyway. Slipped at the first hurdle.
Standing, she pushed away from the desk, wheeled chair bouncing back into the wall. The small thud gave her little satisfaction; not enough for the reaction she wanted. She wanted to scream, cry. Heart pounding, chest feeling as it were sinking into itself, and for what?
Tell me, she asked herself- for what? She couldn't even say. It was as simple as those misgivings that lingered above her, in her mind, reminding her that she was not at home here. She was sinking, slower and slower into her work.
Fingers pushing through her hair, nails scraping against her skull as if that would wake her from this nightmare, she stared out of the window. Breathing sharply and suddenly to the count of three, telling herself to stop. She watched the stationary cars, the way their rooftops glinted in the sun, and the open gates of the school.
Inhaling sharply, as if this were her last breath, only to feel arms winding their way around her waist. Grounding her, pulling her back to reality, and she smelt his cologne- a scent she would recognise anywhere. Rachel leant back into his chest, feeling the solidity of him. Without saying anything, he told her it was okay. And for the time being, she believed him.
My beta is taking forever to get back to me, so I've decided to post these as they've been ready for weeks. Sorry for the delay but I'll start posting them more regularly if I'm not waiting for my beta.