proudâ¦.â
My awkward attempt at optimism was cut off by a loud crash.
I froze. My vision began to swirl, and my chest tightened. Bliss was looking past me, at the source of the noise.
âSomeone dropped a bunch of lunch trays,â she said. âTheyâre cleaning it up.â
I heard her voice, but it sounded as if she was far away. I was dizzy and having trouble breathing.
âYou okay?â Bliss sounded concerned.
I couldnât answer her. Not here, I thought. Oh please, not here and not now. I felt that I should be able to control this. I knew why it was happening, so why couldnât I stop it? That logical part of my brain was overridden by something else, though, something with a stronger pull. Because that was how it truly felt: as if I was being pulled down into something dark, something awful, and I needed to get out. I needed to escape from this room, which had no oxygen, and away from these people. I had to go somewhere, anywhere else. âCharlotte?â
By now I was hyperventilating. âDonât,â I gasped. âDonât let them see me.â The dizziness claimed me and my head hit the table. Wet salad stuck to my cheek and I didnât care. I wasnât sure what Iâd said to Bliss or what it meant, but I knew I had to get out of that room. In a flash, Bliss was at my side, propping me up.
âCharlotte? You need to talk to me or Iâm going to have to call an ambulance.â
âNo.â I struggled to sit up, but I was still having trouble breathing. âPlease, get me out of here.â
I heard a male voice close by. âShe okay?â
âYeah.â Bliss was struggling to lift me from my seat. âItâs just her period. Those cramps can be brutal.â
âWhoa.â The guy scurried away.
âListen to me,â Bliss said into my ear. âIâm going to get you outside, but I need you to breathe, okay? Listen to me. Breathe in, breathe out.â
I focused on her voice. I made myself breathe when she directed me to do so, and within minutes, I was feeling less dizzy. Also, I realized with confusion, I was outside.
âWhat happened?â I held a vague memory of the cafeteria, but my mind was blurry. I had no idea how much time had passed, but Bliss and I were both sitting in the grass outside.My back was pressed against a tree. Bliss was across from me, dabbing a damp paper towel to my forehead.
âI think you had a panic attack.â She squeezed excess water from the paper towel before pressing it against the back of my neck. âFirst one?â
âNo,â I admitted. âNot even close. How did you know what was happening?â
âMy mom used to have them all the time. It took me a minute to catch on with you, though. Do you know what caused it?â
âThe sound of the trays crashing.â
I told Bliss about my previous panic attacks and how they always occurred after a loud, sudden noise. The first one had happened when I was alone. I had spent a long day at the hospital with my mom and was exhausted, so when I got home I had curled up on the couch to watch a little TV. I was slowly flipping through the channels, hoping to find a decent rerun, when an action movie filled the screen. Men in business suits chased a girl through a warehouse. She stumbled, the men surrounded her, and she looked up as a board came smashing down on her body.
The scene cut to a commercial, leaving the girlâs fate uncertain, but I was already sliding into panic mode. I immediately felt dizzy and nauseous. I bent over, trying to breathe but also trying to keep myself from throwing up all over the sofa.
I wasnât sure what was happening to me. My first thought was that I was sick, like food-poisoning sick, but when my vision began to blur, I knew it was something else. Later, when I typed in my symptoms on the computer, I figured out that I had experienced tunnel vision, a painfully