Taestea

If someone asked me to describe what I liked I would say it was music. I am forever grateful to him for helping me become who I am today, who I am with the people who matter to me. I assumed that he was taking me to his apartment. I knew I should not be afraid; I was just worried about hurting someone I cared about. It was one of the textbooks that I studied hard to obtain. I walked over to the door, opened it and exited the apartment. Once we arrived home, I quickly went to my room and shut the door. I was careful, I had no idea what Peter was up to, but I knew that he was making fun of me. Panic attack after panic attack until finally, it stops just before it starts again. I was on edge, my body shaking uncontrollably with adrenaline that has long since worn off and tears are streaming down my face as I gasps for air. As soon as I manage to suck in a deep breath, I chokes back an unexpected sob and immediately doubles over coughing as more tears fall from my eyes. “I don’t understand! Why won’t this work?! Please give me back my body please! I need my body!!” she begs desperately but there’s no response and even if there was, she doubts the doctors would care to listen.