28 June 2012
Sir sits at the workbench, explaining the principles of welding to the class. My mind floats elsewhere, thoughts bobbing in and out of my head. I flinch as a gnawing pain spreads from my stomach, twisting and turning, oblivious to the lecture going on. A deep fuzziness takes hold of me, ears blocked by some unexplainable force. Everything seems a million miles away, my vision blurs, friends shouting turning to whispers and blobs. I stumble to my bag, overwhelmed with panic. Sweat drips from my forehead, and my stomach screams in protest. What is happening to me? I have to leave, get away, give into the dark surrounding me. Amy nudges me, tells me to go to reception. I wobble over to Sir, random blobs dancing in and out of vision, head wooly and thoughts constricted. His eyes widen as he sees me, he tells me something I do not understand. Amy grabs my bag and we leave the room, followed by the gaze of 28 others. My skin is soaked in cold sweat and the bubble around me contracts, locking me into my own hell. Time speeds up, objects and people flitting past, and before I know it, I am sitting in reception, glass of cold water in hand. Slowly, the fuzziness recedes, and my senses sharpen. My hands shake as I hold the cup, but, for now, I have escaped the darkness.
My awful experience of, apparently, almost passing out this morning. I hope that I NEVER have to go through it again, and that anyone here never has to go through it either. It's horrible. :(
The Darkness • Opuss № I