Class wasn't as bad as I thought.
I had applied for a "Screen Arts" degree which divides into a few categories. Filmmaking is one of them.
I pack up my things and head out of the hall.
Just before I reach my dorm room, I catch a glimpse of a girl struggling with her books. She has on a pair of bracelets and her hair is tied in a plat. Her books lie scattered on the floor and she picks them up, one by one.
There's a lost look in her eyes
Part of me badly wants to help her, or even just say hi, but my anxiety gets the better of me.
My anxiety. I have anxiety.
My head starts spinning and I can't focus. My breaths become shallow and I can feel my heart drumming in my ears.
Oh no, it's happening again.
I slam the door behind me and collapse onto my bed.
YOU ARE READING
Deep Breaths
Short StoryBree is struggling with her mental health, and to make matters worse, she's away at university. This book considers the various emotions and thoughts of a teenage girl learning to cope with anxiety and depression. *The events in this story are base...
