RESPONSE (70)

“—She can’t speak?” I drowned out Tyler’s words and fell unto a wall I hadn’t noticed. A random tear rolled down my cheeks and I bit down on my blistered lips to stop the sob that was threatening to escape my throat.

“Danielle? Are you alright?” Tyler questioned and the scent of his cologne filled my nostril. My breath hitched and I struggle to focus my vision on him even though I could see doubles. I groaned and slide right into his arms instead of the ground.

I wasn’t losing consciousness. Not in the least, but for some reason, it felt like I was neither conscious nor unconscious, and the more I tried to unravel it, the more I felt entangled. My airways tightened and my feet dug harder into the ground, I dug my fingers into my palm but I couldn’t feel any pressure.

Dread filled me and I felt my insides twist in horror, my limbs felt like they were being weighed down by a considerably dangerous amount of bricks and my eyes struggled to stay open while the pressure on my chest increase