Wake Up.

The worst thing is the split second that you wake up but your mind hasn't caught on to the fact.

You're choking, gasping desperately drawing in air as your eyes search your water stained ceiling for something that's not there.

You relax slowly back into the bed. You're shaking. Your muscles, your bones, it all hurts like you were stuck there for hours. You might have been.

But really all you do is wonder why everything seems so more more scarier in hindsight than it did in that moment.

The scars on your body are scarier than wounds they came from.

The absence of ringing in your ears terrorises you more than the sound did back then.

Your breathing returns to normal, your heartbeat slows but nothing else does.

Your phone blinks at you from where it's half jammed under the empty pillow.

You've been tagged in something.

You're gasping for breath again, muscles seizing up as your heart rate picks up and you're laughing. Arm flopped over your eyes as the video repeats itself in your hand.

You're grinning up at the ceiling. You're okay. Mostly.