Oh god. No! Leave me alone, please! My thoughts were as frantic as my shallow breathing. My body curled in a fetal position against the door between us, panic was rife throughout my entire body as my trembling hands covered my ears to block out his words. “You’re so over dramatic! You’re going to be just like Margie; fat, alone, and hated,” my brothers words crashed tempestuously through r the fragile walls. I closed my eyes, but it didn’t help. It wasn’t John’s fault, all he wanted was a hug, but as soon as his arm came around me, I panicked and ran. Cold. Alone. Unwanted. Unneeded. My eyes flew open and I reached for my iPod blasting Perfect Weapon. The screams filled my ears, and blocked everything else out . My eyes flitted around, darting left and right in search of any possible …show more content…
My breathing was still ragged as I turned my head to my proximal right, and glanced into my closet. The shelf up top held numerous ribbons and medals of accomplishment from Science Olympiad. One more glance around my room brought my eyes to the sliding door leading to the terrace. Shakily, I stood to open the curtains as my breathing finally began to even out. Twisting the blinds open showcased a mesmerizing sunset over the murky, sludge filled lake. The orangy-pink color even swept between the sparse woods that bordered the left side of the lake. The familiarity of the scene tranquilized my still stiff muscles, which relaxed, down against the chilled glass, as my eyes grew heavy. Beginning to fade into the ameliorative state of a post-panic attack my mind settled on thoughts of my future. Someday I’ll help people, I’ll have male patients, and I’ll have to face my fears head-on. That’s why I need to fight through this, and conquer my phobia. For me, there has only ever been one dream. Forensic science.I can’t remember ever wanting any other career, at least not since second grade. To be triumphant I’ll need practice and