Ch. 7
"Logan, I can't breathe," Sarah said as I twirled her in circles. Music blared and the only light came from the moon.
"It's in your head," I reminded.
For a few weeks she'd been saying she couldn't breath and her stomach hurt. Her mom said she was just stressed out for her upcoming Senior year and Sarah agreed that she was probably right. She always forgot though when it happened, when she started to freak out and the air didn't come like it should. "You are okay," I promised. She looked away, taking long breaths. "Better?"
She nodded hesitantly.
"You don't need to worry Sarah, this is going to be the best year yet," I assured.
"Yeah," she said half heartedly. "I'm going to um go to talk to um Lanie."
I grabbed her hand as she began to walk away. "Sarah, are you okay?"
"Yeah. It's… It's all in my head," she said. But it seemed like she was still trying to convince herself.