out of lucidity and a little hint of truth

Aimee's P.O.V

I clutched my chest and scrambled away from the horror in front of me. My lips burned with pain, blood dripping down my chin into my knees which were tucked in beneath me.

I was clad only in my bra, exposed and vulnerable to those monsters so I tightened my arms around me, rocking from side to side as my ears blurred. I couldn't bear to to look at the kidnapper or the man who'd saved me.

My mind soon turned blank, the only emotion registering was terror. My lungs locked up, as if a noose tightened around my neck and I realized I couldn't breathe.

From the back of my mind, I realize I was having a panic attack and all I had to do is open up my lungs and breath, but I couldn't stop it. No matter how hard I tried to tell myself to breathe, nothing was working. I was lying on the floor in my bra, heaving, sobbing, unable to breathe.

I felt a hand on my head, and I curled into myself even more as my body trembled.

“You’re safe, Katie.” the voice sounded distant yet familia