Analysis of Panic Attack Daydream

I walk alone on a dark sidewalk. I stand alone on a stage. The audience laughs. They laugh at me. I cannot speak. I cannot move. I feel the wet tears fall from my eyes. I taste the salty liquid when it hits my lips. A rope is placed around my neck. I scream, but no one hears me. “Help me! Please!” Can you hear me? Can you hear my cries for help? I feel a sting. Warm blood runs down my body. I can’t breathe. The audience still laughs. It hurts. Please make it stop. Louder and louder my pleas get. Louder and louder their laughter covers my voice. Then silence. Its quiet. I see black. Everything is black. It’s so dark. Im scared. Tears run down my face again. I curl up in a ball on the floor of the dark room. I back into a corner. The silence is so loud. I hear whispers. They say things, awful things. I cover my ears. I scream on the top of my lungs. “Someone, Anyone! Please save me!” I’m so scared. A hand touches my shoulder. I flinch. “Are you ok?”