I can't breathe. There's no air. No air anywhere.

Where is everyone? They were just here. I just had them.

I can't do this alone. I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't.

Those two words spiral faster and faster through my head as my breathing becomes more and more shallow; my head becomes less and less my own.

Everything becomes distorted and I can't think. My head feels light, unstable.

I'm hyperventilating. There are tears in my eyes.

No.

Pull it together.

This is not happening here.

You are stronger than this. You can do this on your own.

But I can't. I can't. I need them.

But they left you. You have to be strong enough on your own. Everyone is counting on you.

I can't handle that.

People count on me; that's too much. I need to be weak too.

But I can't.

My head gets even lighter and I realize I'm on the floor.

Pull it together!

You're embarrassing yourself.

I need my people. I need my human security blanket. I don't know anyone around me.

There are so many people around me.

What do they think of me? What are they thinking? They probably think I'm a baby.

I can't find them. I can't find my people.

I need them.

I just have to pull it together.

I have to be strong enough to do it on my own.

I can't.

I just can't pull it together.