Panic Attack

A very short story of a very short moment in my life

Today I woke with the very strong feeling of fear and trepidation.
It's all around me. Maybe if I just don't move, maybe it will go away. But it doesn't go away, it just shrouds me, makes me shiver and beads of perspiration cross over my brow. All I can hear is the intrusive loud thudding of my heartbeat.
I want to scream, to let someone know something is not right, but I can't remember how. I can feel tears, warm on my cheeks yet cold as they drip off my chin onto my chest. For the longest time I am so paralysed , I don't believe I can remember how to even blink.
Oh Lord, is this it? Is this how it ends? Where is the angelic beam of light that lifts you to the great heaven above? The serene music? The beautiful memories shown in only a quick flash before my eyes? I only see darkness and I only hear heartbeat and although I am paralysed, I can feel.... I can feel! And I die inside, because I can feel, because I am alive. There is no heaven.
I am scared

Author's Note

Please ignore my punctuation.