Claustrophobia.

Claustrophobia

So many people...there were so many people.

She turned around, desperate for some refuge where her body could numb out.

The noise...so much noise.

Her migraine raged. Any noise, the shoes on the freshly-washed floor, the rumble of voices in the hallways, and even her own thoughts, set off another pulse of excruciating pain.

She turned again, trying to spot a familiar face.

There was none. She was alone, but the room was crowded.

She could barely breath. Suddenly the florescent lights were blinding to her eyes.

She swallowed; her mouth was dry now.

Tears of fright and anger gathered in her eyes. She blinked them back to the best of her ability.

She tried to calm down; she had to get out.

She took a few steps, noticing the glass double-doors for the first time.

She ran out without a second though, gulping down the fresh air.

It was sad that her insecurities and claustrophbia had escalted to this effect.
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I'm claustrophobic. :/

signed,
Mari,
Hollywood Reporter.