My feet patting on the marble flooring echoes in the halls do very little to drown out my erratic heartrate. I barely register any faces as I run up the flights of stairs and corridors to the southern tower suites. All I can focus on is this feeling, this nagging emotion that is starting to eat me up from the inside. I haven’t had this since I was a child, and I’m starting to feel out of control again.
A witch is supposed to trust her instincts, but I haven’t even considered myself a true witch in a long time. And now? Now I get the intuition? It can only mean something truly is wrong, or I’m being irrational, like how I always was. My thoughts are spiraling, and my panic is increasing, just like it used to. I have no control over it, and I hate it so much!
I gain some partial relief
