Becoming Nothing

by Whitney Graham   Apr 19, 2011


All I hear is this clock ticking in my head so loudly; I can’t even think clearly anymore. Everything around me is moving so fast; it’s so blurry. It feels like boulders are crashing down on my chest. My lungs feel like they are swelling up and I can’t breathe anymore. My heart is pounding so hard, I think it is going to explode into a million pieces. I feel like all of my blood is rushing into my head. It feels like there is a huge rock tied around my neck, pulling me to the ground. Then, all of a sudden I felt nothing, I could see nothing, I could hear nothing, I was nothing.

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