Nico ran inside, but I took slow steps inside because my mind was already playing different scenarios of what happened.
My heart was racing, and my body was shaking. My palms felt sweaty, and l was suddenly breathing in short gasps. I already knew what was happening.
I was losing control of my mind and my thoughts because of all the worst-case scenarios, each more terrifying than the other.
I was drowning in my fear, unable to escape the crushing weight of my anxiety.
I couldn't even take the weight of my own body as I fell down on my knees, and I was just trying to regain control of everything, but I couldn't.
I couldn't even see my surroundings, but I did feel somebody near me, and I did hear voices, but I couldn't hear what they were saying.
"D-dead." That was the only thought in
