“I say I am stronger than fear.”
- Malala Yousafzai
Arsala's POV
I wobbly walk towards the vanity, looking for my phone, I can't find it. Breathing heavily, I'm having a panic attack. Searching for my inhaler inside the drawers I couldn't find it.
I don't remember where I kept it, accidentally I push down a perfume off the vanity. The shattering sound of the bottle fills the room, a piece of glass cut into my leg. Blood is gushing out from the skin close to my ankle.
My room door swings wide open, revealing an alarmed Imran. He rush over to me.
"Hey.....what's wrong?" He asks look at me with concern and a worrisome face.
"I.......ca-n't breath......" I could barely form words.
"Your inhaler?" His eyes roam the room. "Where is it?"
Nodding my head, I try to tell h
