June

She opens her mouth, lips flailing, but no sound comes out. The tomblike silence makes her bones shiver. June shrinks back and before she knows it, she runs to the bedroom and locks the door behind her. She leans her back on the wooden surface and collapses on the floor, trying to steady her breathing. Her breaths are shallow, her lungs on fire. Her eyes blurr from tears, a kaleidoscopic view flashes before them. She's dizzy. She retches. The room is a whirligig spining faster and faster.

She tries to focus on the glass of water on her nightstand. Her throat is dry. She desperately needs a gulp.

The water is too far, too far, too far...

Her body is paralyzed. It won't obey.

The room is so dark. I'm alone, alone, alone.

Numbness is all she feels.

Everyting spins. Spins. Spins.

Her chest heaves.

I can't breathe.

Her body struggls to catch up to her mind, racing in meteor's speed on collision course with Earth.

I'm going to die. I'm going to die too. He'll kill me, he'll kill me.