I stare at the bedroom wall in the hades cabin a ball of anxiety lodged into my throught. This cant be happning again, i've already had one meltdown this week i cant have another one it isnt right.Not even a hour into the day anf I already feel exhausted. The already dimmed lights in my bunk room burn pins and needles into my eyelids. Slowly sewing them into a pounding headaque mixing amoungst the noises of everything. Cradling myself into a ball i slowly rock back and forth. I can do this without will. Im 14 im able to fend for myself and stop theese stupid tantrums. The rocking nornaly helps but it just makes me nauseous. Maybe if i cover everything with a pillow it will stop. I bash mu head into a pillow hopeing to stop eveything before this turns into a meldown or worse. But nothing helps. The lights just burn tighter and my head bangs more. I cant think strait and everything starts to blur. I suddly cant hear my own thoughts over the sound of outside. My breathing becomes more rapid and harder to control. It feels like im drowning and everytime i swim up for air something pulls me back down. Tears start streaking my face and everything tingles. I stare at my bedsheets as they seem to be pulling me under clinging onto me and sticking to my shorts. I curl into a ball crying and trying to regain my breathing. Nothings working and i keep getting pulled deeper and deeper into the pits of hell. Hell. Tartrus. I suddnly feel as if swarms of bugs and creatures are climbing over me. I kick and thrash trying to shoo them away. Crawling over me i feel fingers and bones trying to suffocate me in a pit of air. I scream landing hard on the ground and curling back into a ball rocking back and forards. Suddly everything feels boling hot like the sun is being shot at me from every direction. I try to rip my shirt off but unsuccessfully manag to get caught and tangled. All of my sences prick up and grasp onto eveything possible. The lights blaring at me, the kids chatting and walking outside. The wooden floor bords and how they scratch and burn holes inot my side. I reach for something anyhring to stop the pain. I feel something cold and hard but in my disorientated state i cant make out what it is. I feel my hand along the side hopeing for anyhting to ground me back to reality. Something sharp pricks the end of my finger. A knife.