Imogene Scott
My heart clenches. No, no, no. This can’t be happening.
I start banging on the door, panic rising in my chest again. “Hello? Is anyone out there? I’m stuck in here!” My voice echoes off the tiled walls, but there’s no response. I bang harder, my hands trembling. “Please! Somebody help me!”
Still nothing.
I feel the walls closing in again, the panic wrapping itself around me tighter and tighter. My breaths come in short, shallow gasps, and I clutch my chest, trying to hold myself together. But it’s too much. The fear, the pressure, the memories… it’s all too much.
I slide down the door, collapsing onto the cold tile floor. My vision blurs as tears fill my eyes, and I bury my face in my hands, trying to block out the fear that’s threatening to consume me.
I can’t do this.
