As the words echo in my mind, I can't breathe.

The voices become to loud to hear over.

My mom tries to calm me down but my chest is tight.

I rock back and forth like a little girl once again,

Waiting for a feeling of relief from this madness.

I scream my weakened heart out and keep shaking.

I reach for the blade, but I can't do it. 

I have worked too long and hard to begin cutting again.

Instead I visualize my safe place.

I see the perfect library with my siblings sitting together.

Eventually my breathing is back to normal.

My chest feels fine and I'm smiling.

Another panic attack come and gone.