Page 10 of The Guru: Shadow

Faster.

And faster.

Until her heart pounded against her throat to the point of feeling like jumping out of it. It raced for survival against the thoughts haunting her mind. Her chest heaved up and down ever so fast as all the surrounding noises zoomed in heavily on her.

People talking.

You’re such a loser.

So many voices.

You’ll never be like them and belong.

Glasses clinked against each other.

You can’t even handle an evening out.

Laughter so loud it almost made her ears burst.

You are incapable of having fun.

It was too much.

People only like fun people.

Her stomach revolted.

Look, how you don’t belong here.

She had to get out of there.

Without a glance back, she rushed for the elevators. The walk was half a run towards it and seemed like a million years.

Arms brushing against her.

More voices.

So many different scents.

Her breathing flattered.

Her vision blurring into a tunnel.

Elevators. Get to the fucking elevators.

When she finally reached them, her heart pounded heavy against her ribcage as if she had just run a marathon. Sweat pearls searched their paths down from her forehead and between her breasts, trailing over her skin with their cold and yet heated sensation.

Button. Press the damn button.

It took her three tries until she managed to push it with her now completely blurry and distorted vision. Everything was so far away.

Why is it taking so long!

Fuck!

Everything’s spinning.

So far away.