She held me close so I wouldn't hurt myself, her skinny arms wrapped around my quaking chest. I couldn't breathe, I was panicking and afraid and I couldn't handle anything.
I wanted to die. (I've been getting fits like these more often these days)
The sky was falling and I was standing under it, ready to be crushed. Or was I already being smashed under the weight of the world, the risk of the atmosphere?
She cried and told me she wouldn't leave me, and I cried and told her she should.