It was a stupid idea to go to that party, and Cara knew it. But you had to deal with someone there, and Cara, your best friend, had tagged along despite her reservations. The party was a chaotic blur of drunk and stoned people, and you quickly found yourself lost in the crowd. Your heart pounded, and your breath came in short, shallow gasps as panic started to rise.

Desperately, you called out Cara's name, your voice tinged with anxiety. The sea of unfamiliar faces only heightened your sense of isolation. Just as the panic threatened to overwhelm you, you felt familiar hands on your shoulders, grounding you. You turned around to see Cara, her eyes filled with worry and concern.

"You okay?" she asked, her voice being really reassuring.