[Zodiac Oneshots Book]

[Angst! <3]

[tw: no spoilers but read at your own risk]

The swirling winds whipped at my skin, cold and traitorous, their voices dark. The skies bled into a variety of greys and reds, giving a deathly feel to the place I was trapped. I clenched my hands over my head, sobbing out. My head hurts. Why was this so difficult? Why did life treat me this way? What had I possibly done besides be brought into a world I never asked to be in. I hate this. I hate it all.

I gripped my shirt, tugging on it. Everything was too tight, my hair annoyed my neck, my mind ran too fast for my thin legs. What was I meant to do? I forgot. How did I even get here? My chest heaved as I tried to take steady breaths. What was I meant to be doing again? Colours distorted around me, giving way to a disturbing lime. If I knew any better, in all the movies I've ever seen, which were probably only Disney films, is that lime is an evil colour! Why? What did it want?

My mind ran at a fast pace, too quick. Too quick for me. What was I doing again? I dug my nails into my skin, trying to bring me from this nightmare. I lay on the floor, my limbs shaking, and me being powerless to stop them. Why won't they stop?! Help. Help me. Please.

I choked out a few breaths, sobs racking my shoulders. My head kept lulling from one side to the other, my eyes couldn't focus. What was this? I fell. The ground swallowed me whole. I scratched and clawed at the dirt to no avail. I fell. It was dark.

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"Gemini? Gemini? Where are you?"

A voice called, soft. Were they searching for me? Well it's too late. A gasp could be heard.

"Gemini-?! Oh god!"

It's too late.

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[Hello my little duckies! So this story is about panic attacks, if no one guessed. The use of repetition symbolised how the person's thoughts were distorted and they couldn't think properly, causing them to repeat in a cycle. I've only ever experienced one panic attack so it may not be accurate. If anyone is still unsure what happened at the end, yes, the person killed themselves. The use of the 'fantasy world' with the distorted colours was a reflection of their mental state and mind. They were simply too far gone for help. This doesn't mean everyone that is 'far gone' is not worthy of help. This is a heavy topic I know and this isn't meant to be held against anyone and what their life is like. Peace out! <3]