Chapter 36

"I can't breathe!" I screamed, taking deep breaths of air in desperation because they were stuck in my throat and wouldn't reach my lungs.

"Anaís, look at me." Logan's voice sounded more demanding this time. I obeyed him, meeting those grey eyes. "You're okay; you're having a panic attack. You're going to be okay."

"I'm going to die," I murmured, terrified.

"You're not going to die; try to control your breathing."

"I can't breathe." I grabbed my chest tightly.

I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I can't feel my limbs. I can't breathe. Soon my heart will stop; I'll have respiratory arrest.

These thoughts kept running through my mind, terrifying me.

"You're hyperventilating; you're not going to die," Logan assured me, holding my face carefully. "This is going to pass; you're going to be okay."

Lie. Lie. He lies. You're going to die.

The security in his beautiful eyes calmed me a little, but it wasn't enough to stop the repetitive thoughts that had me shaking with fear.

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