LEO
I walk down the spacious corridor of the hospital, no, almost running. I am drenched in sweats and my abused lips are almost bleeding. My heart is drumming in my chest as if it is trying to escape its rightful place and invade through my chest. My head is ringing and my vision is tunnel. I can feel tension, anxiety and fear coursing through my veins alongside my blood.
I am scared. So scared that I can't stop running. If I stop running I know the violent tremor of my limbs will be out on full display to other people to enjoy. I am so scared that my lungs are tied in a dead knot refusing to be untied, and this is why my brain is lacking oxygen. My brain can't process the fear that is consuming me and making me remember the worst things in my life. It can't process any coherent thoughts. Like it has been sucked dry and there is nothing left aside from those demons in my head.
