Chapter 92
- With each step I take, I breathe harder, my heart racing, and I feel like I can hear it pounding in my chest.
- My mind refuses to accept it, my vision blurred by tears streaming down my face, but even that doesn't stop me. I feel like I'm running for my life. I can't bear having an anxiety attack in the middle of the street.
- The only thing on my mind is getting home, to my safe place.