Page 55 of These Dirty Lies

I shot up, staggering toward the rows and rows of trailers and RVs.

Breathe, Harleigh. Just fucking breathe.

But I couldn’t. My lungs wouldn’t work right as I started gasping for air, my body trembling. I collapsed against the side of an RV, my vision blurring around the edges. My heart was beating too fast, working too hard inside my chest as I drowned in the erratic sensations slamming into me from all directions.

Breathe.

Just breathe.

BREATHE, HARLEIGH.

Tears stung my eyes as I warred with myself, pressing my palms flat against the cool, smooth surface of the RV, trying to anchor myself.

Trying to stop the darkness swallowing me whole.