Rhys was suffocating.
He couldn't breathe. He was sitting in the hotel room. The windows were tightly sealed and the air was thick with the smell of alcohol and stale cigarettes.
He was sweating profusely and fidgeting in his seat, glancing around the room as if searching for an escape.
His chest felt tight and he couldn't seem to catch his breath.
He stood up and began pacing back and forth, feeling trapped and suffocated by the overwhelming feeling of being stuck in his life.
He was feeling more and more disoriented as the memories and triggers of his trauma started flooding his mind. He couldn't escape them, no matter how hard he tried.
He felt trapped in his own mind, unable to escape the spiraling thoughts and fear.
He was terrified.
He kept screaming but nothing came out and that feeling of fear was back.
Seeing that monster again had woken up his demons.
