Enough to tell you to your face
I’ve calmed myself down enough to breathe again, but I know once I’d leave the room the heat would start up again. Truthfully, I was prepared to stay in this room until the party was over.
I’m still at the lower level of Rochelle’s house. The party was right outside this door, but I zoned it out. I lay stretched out on the small love sofa in her parent’s office room. Usually this room is off limits to everyone, even me, even Rochelle. It’s always locked, but I knew that they hide a spare under the plant in the hallway.
I’m fine for a while…until I plug in the lava lamp sitting on the desk…and it turns purple.
A panic attack comes over me again, but something else.
I’m in his bedroom again. I’m in Ryan’s bedroom. It’s so small, and brown, and suffocating
