Overload
The room is spinning.
My ears are ringing.
Air is coming too quickly but not quick enough.
My eyes feel as if they're glazed over.
With what? I don't know: fear? Anxiety?
Whatever it is . . . I'm going to be sick.
"I - I . . ." I stutter, holding my stomach.
Everyone is closing in.
For the first time in my life I'm feeling claustrophobic.
It's just . . . too much to process.
I can't.
I make a run for the door.
Kate, my cousin, is in her car digging through her glove box.
"Kate!"
She whips her head to the side, "Bella! I can't find your present!"
I can't fucking believe I'm saying this, "Forget the present! I need a ride!"
I throw myself in the passenger seat.
"As far away from here as possible."
"How about -"
"Yes!"
A/N: Ohhh where's she going to go?
~ Madison ~