By Katja Pullinen
A fast adrenaline ejected in my blood. In veins a stodgy broth was streaming. Too tight was squeezing tired lungs.
A rhythm of mine ventilation getting so fast. I lose my breath, I can't control it anymore. Like someone tighten a knot on my fragile throat.
My pitty heart pant hundred times in minute. And whole my muscular system get harden like a rock. Mind tell me:,,You will die.'' A death slink very closer .
Oh here you are again my lovely panic attack. So glad to see ya. I won't die tonight. Tomorrow come a new morning.