Panic Attack

-Karen-

I heard him stomp off in a different direction, but I stayed next to the door trying to calm down. I felt my heart race and my left arm started to hurt within a few minutes. Pains started to stab my muscles in my neck and so many scary memories hit me like a wall of bricks. I left the room and went to the armoire. Hastily, I curled up in a ball and shut the door, crying softly, trying to calm down as fast as I could. I have to breath. I have to! I feel like I can’t though.

“Karen?” Conor called for me from the main room, but I felt like my joints were locked. I was still really on edge from that short encounter and it made me feel sick to my stomach. “Kay? Where’d you go?” I could hear Conor come into this room and then a second later the doors to the armoire opened. I scrunched down trying to make myself as small as possible.

“Kay, what’s wrong, love?” Conor was gentle as he pulled me from the armoire. I cried so hard clinging to him forgetting to breathe a couple of times.