I'm fucked. It's over. My eyes are twitching left and right at the rate a humming bird flaps it's wings. I'm so high, nauseous, and am on my third of dry heave attacks. My stomach hurts from straining to puke up nothing. My heart feels like someone with rusting nails protruding from their hand... Seizing my life. I'm crying from the pain but mostly because I'm terrified. Somehow through the pain I think of my mother.
Another tremendous surge of pain rips through my chest and I start make promises to a God I've never believed in. My head is pounding. The pain gets so much worse my vision begins to blur. Bass from the near speaker vibrate though my body. Everything is amplified... My thoughts, my pain, the noise.
