It all happened again, and this time, just like before, you could not control it. The heavy, suffocating feeling made you want to give back whatever you ate in the morning- and you felt like your lungs were crashed by a ton.

At this time you were pretty much alone in the hallway, and you indulged yourself. You sat down, back pressed against the wall, as you took, as you tried to breathe.

Another anxiety attack.

“Prefect?” The familiar, worried voice made you freeze and it took you everything to look up… And see Jack, staring down at you.