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Always breathe five times if in a panic attack.
That's what Christian always told me, that's what I abided by. It always worked.
But for some reason, it didn't this time. It was like it was mocking me.
Breathe five times.
That's what I did.
But why isn't it working?!
Oh right, my whole world stopped the moment I saw Trish in the air after being hit by a car.
"TRISHA!!!" I don't know when I shouted her name.
I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think. I could just stare at Trish until she hit the ground harshly.
I see blood gushing from everywhere and I suddenly feel sick. All the alcohol has left my system leaving me to face the harsh reality.
I see her gasping for air and I stand slowly.
