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.

The Outcast Chpt 1 Blood is pounding like drums inside my head. I'm covered in cuts and blood some not even my own but that's the price you pay. Barley conscious I rise to my feet and start to move, only a few steps forward and I stumble over something and I remember where I am. I'm on a battlefield but the war is over. What I stumbled over was a body, a dead body. Looking around and as far as the eye can see are bodies lying motionless on the muddy ground. Frantically I move through the sea of dead soldiers and I find her, my beautiful sister. She is cold but still in one piece however drenched in mud and blood, with a gunshot through her chest. My vision becomes blurry as tears cascade down my face. I rise back to my feet look up to the heavens and scream. Scream so loud not even a clap of thunder could drown me out. Anger is surging through me, I fall to my knees and place Molly's ( you know my dead sister ) head on my lap. Staring into her eyes I find that they're not their usual deep, gleaming eyes but a far-a-way, ghostly grey. I start to sing to her. My voice cracks and fall into black.

The Truth Think I'm ugly? Don't look at me. Think I'm boring? Don't listen to me. Don't like me? Great. Love me? Even better. Don't know me? Don't judge me.