Panic Attacks My chest is closing slowly and my pulse increases. My hands go clammy and sweaty. Everything around me feels distant, echoey, as if it's not there. The body that was one mine is be led to the office. I'm trapped inside a shell with no escape. Inside I'm screaming to be set free but I none can hear. The body is shaking as it takes s sip of water. Voices around me are trying to calm me down but all I hear are faraway murmurs. Silent tears cascade down my face. Shaking, sweating, panting, screaming inside. Am I dying? Is this what the journey to hell feels like? What have I done that deserves to go to hell? Thoughts whizz around my mind like cars on a motorway. The shell I'm trapped inside is starting to feel more like me as I give up trying to fight. My breathing is slowing and although my mind is still whirring I become aware of my surroundings. I've never felt so happy to notice my school walls.