Anxiety Overload

GOD D****T!! Can this day get any worse. I got like three hours of sleep last night.I didn't finish my final paper for my creative writing class, which is due in about fifteen minutes. To top things off, I just left my phone on the f*****g bus.I can't even call my f*****g professor to let him now whats going on. Anabel is calling it like crazy hoping someone will answer it. I can't breath. I'm shaking. My breath is heavy and my head is pounding. My knees begin to feel weak. My legs feel like they're going to snap. I sit on a near by bench so I don't fall.

"Ember Please....calm down.." Ana says in a worried voice.

I start babbling like a manic.Just pure panicking over everything I'm stressed out about. Everything is just coming out like word vomit. I can't even control myself right now. I feel sick. I can't breath. Oh God...Why do these things always happen to me. Why do I have such bad luck. Anabel runs to the store and comes back with a bottle of water. She struggles with the cap but manages to open it. I grab it out of her hand, making some water spill onto the round. I chug it like I've never drank anything in my life.People passing by are staring at me. Whispering to each other. I tell a few of them to 'f**k off' nut after a while I just don't say anything.

After about twenty minutes, I calm down.Well some what calm down. I stopped talking so fast and I can breath but I'm still shaking.Anabel goes back to the store but comes back with a ginger ale this time. I sip it slowly this time.Focusing on the acid bubbling in my mouth and down my throat.Its soothing. I pay attention to the little pops going on, savoring the taste.

"are you okay now.." Anabel says still sounding worried.

"somewhat.."

"good.." Her phones starts buzzing and she picks up.Someone called back from my phone."Yes........yes we did...oh thank you....where?....okay..we'll be there in ten minutes...thanks so much.." she hangs up with a grin on her face.

"what.." I basically yell.

"some guy has your phone, he said to meet him on Essex Street.." 

I just give a weak smile of relief. I get up slowly making sure I can actually walk with falling flat on my face. Anabel hails a cab and we hop in.I'm still a little bugged out. I keep drumming my nails on the seat.

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We get to our destination with only a few minutes to spare.We notice a man siting on a bench looking around. We walk over to him slowly and he notices and smiles. 

"Are you the girls who lost the phone..." The stranger says.

"yes embarrassingly enough, my friend Ember here is the one who lost it." Anabel says back to him.

"Would you mind describing it, you know just to make sure.." he says kind of unsure if I will actually describe it. 

"Umm yeah, Its a black IPhone 4, its got a Joker and Harley Quinn case on it. The background on the screen is the same picture..." 

He waits a moment before reaching into his pocket and pulling out my phone. He hands it to me and I take it from him. I hug it into my chest, closing my eyes, forgetting the stranger  staring at me. He laughs.

"Nice case by the way, I've always envied that couple..."he says getting up from the bench.

"oh thank you so much, I don't know what I'd do if I lost it for real...."

"It's really no problem....well...I-I better get going." he says turning away.

"Hey....I didn't catch your name.." I say just before he starts walking off.

"Oh...My name is Jeremy.." he says extending a hand to me for a shake.

 I hesitate for a moment not knowing if I should touch the man I just meet. I mean he did just give me my phone back with no trouble so I should. I take his hand in mine and shake back.The hand shake last a little longer than it should. He finally breaks from it, letting the tips of his finger glide against the palm of my hand. It sends a chill up my spine.

"Thanks again.."I say we both go our separate ways. 

-

I call my professor when Anabel walks off to go to work. I explain everything that just happened. He said he shouldn't be doing this but since I've never missed a day of class or handed anything in late, he's giving me until the end of the week to turn in my paper. I thank him a bought a billion times before hanging up. I keep my phone in my front pocket for the rest of the day that I'm outside. I can't risk losing it again.I rush home and turn on my computer so I can continue my story.

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I've been siting at my computer, staring at the screen for about an hour now and nothing. I have serious writers block. In total, I've only written about four pages on a story that needs to have seventy five at least. Its a romance/horror. The two things I'm perfect at writing about and I have nothing coming to mind. My anxiety is getting to me. Its been this way since I could remember. Everyone always says there are ways to control it but nothing ever works for me. S**t, my head hurts again. Oh god I can't deal with this s**t right now. F**k.....why does this happen to me. I shouldn't be doing this but I really need to. I haven't in a while, about two months now, I just need something to take the edge off the stress. I go into the small draw of my desk and pull out my pipe and some weed. I spark it up and just relax as soon as I take the first hit. Anabel hates the fact that I smoke because the smell stays in here all day but I just need to chill. Get my mind off a few things. Its always helped me relax since I was fourteen. I know, the first time I got caught was when I was fifteen. My parents swore I was pressured but I was the one asking around for it. Its always helped me with my imagination too. That's another reason that I'm smoking right now. Maybe I'll get some ideas...D****t. I haven't spoken to my parents since I moved to New York.That don't really approve of my choice. I'm from Virginia. I never fit in over there, that's why I moved here. Once I saw the city lights I knew I was home.That was to years ago.They also don't like the fact that I'm atheist,they're very religious.I continue refilling my pipe.

                                     *Thursday Night*

I only need three more pages to finish my story. I really haven't slept much this week but I'm used to staying up most nights. My paper is due at noon tomorrow. I'm taking a cab there. I'm just typing away. Anabel hasn't complained about doing everything for me this week. She's basically been acting like a butler. Going to the store for me, cooking for me. Washing my dishes. I really need to repay her for the whole week. DONE!! Finally. I print it out and put in my book properly and place it in my bag. 

"Ana...what do you want to eat..." I say walking into her room.

"You finished your story?"

"yep, all seventy five pages...what do you want to eat?"

"just burgers and fries."

"Okay I got it....Rent a movie..." 

I get into the kitchen and get started.

                               

 

Reviews

[Amaya Sullivan]

Nice start. Just be sure to go over the story "to" should be "two" "That was 'two' years ago. Just some minor mistakes like. I think you said to ignore all grammar, I really couldn't help this little bit.

Enough about grammar because no one is perfect at it. The flow of this story is really nice. I like the opening of her panic anxiety attack and all.