The Ansia Room

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
There's a string of attacks on teenagers in New York City. All of the teens have evidence in their rooms that show they've been trying to contact demons. Amelia Westbrook, nobody's friend and everybody's friend, suffers multiple attacks, but they're a different kind of attack. As Amelia and her temporary guardian, Chad, discover new things about her new home, Amelia learns what's causing the attacks and how to stop them. There's only one problem. In order to stop the attacks on the teenagers, Amelia must first learn to stop her own attacks.

Submitted: December 24, 2015

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I’m just standing, completely unable to move. Could this have been at a worse time? I see out into the crowd, but I’m not really looking. Nothing around me is registering because I’m too focused on my heart. I’m sure with the microphone clipped to my shirt everyone else can hear my heart too. I can’t exactly grasp why this is happening. I’m certainly not nervous and I was definitely not nervous when this happened when I was at the grocery store last month.
But, it’s happening. My heart is beating to vigorously that it’s about to jump out of my chest. To measure the intensity, I gently put my clammy hand on my chest. Yep, my heart is going to skyrocket out of my body. The rapid heartbeat is only really the start of the end. The calm before the storm. Next comes the nausea. I’ve never actually puked during one of these episodes, but I’ve come close to it.
I try to explain to the audience that I won’t be able to finish the talk, but nothing comes out of my mouth. I can try, but I can’t succeed. I notice the look of unhappiness on some people’s faces as I fail to speak. My panic and incapability to leave people upset just worsens my situation. Within seconds, I realize I’ve been holding my breath. When I try to breathe, a heavy feeling weighs my chest down. I can’t breathe.
I look off stage and fortunately I see my knight in shining armor running my way. Ignoring the crowed and closing curtains, I stare at my dad until he reaches me and I can throw my weight on to him. Dad picks me up and carefully walks offstage with me in his arms. I feel such a sense of safety when I’m with him.
Dad puts me down on the couch backstage and ran off to get me a water bottle. I can see the guidance counselor walk past him towards me, but before she can approach me, my eyes roll back and I’m out.


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