When I first experienced my first Panic Attack, which was 3 years ago, I was in 5th grade. I was in English, it about 10am. The only thing I kept hearing was voices, the scary ones.

    I didn't understand it all, not just the work (even though the words were clear, yet I still don't understand), but where I was. I didn't know what I was doing, or how to feel at that moment.

    When I experienced my first Panic Attack, which was 3 years ago, I was in English, it about 10am. The only thing I kept hearing was voices, the scary ones.

    I didn't understand it all, not just the work, (even though the words were clear, yet I still don't understand), but where I was. I didn't know what I was doing, or how to feel at the moment.

    I looked down at the papers all of us were given, and my chest ached horribly. I thought it was just something that would pass in a few seconds, but it lasted for about an hour. I was freaking out, quietly sobbing and no one still didn't notice.

    I've only had about 22 Panic Attacks, since I forget to take my medicine at certain times, like at night. Then the pain slowly began to ware off, and I even sighed in relief.

    I shook horribly, eventually getting done with the papers. I still sobbed, trying to dry my tears, but it didn't work. I was near the front, so that didn't help.

    Thank god the Teacher was walking around one certain area at the time, helping the other students. I didn't want to get caught.
To be called a Crybaby.
To be beat up.
To be laughed at.

    I still barely ached, feeling lost suddenly. But it still hurt, enough to cry. I then heard one of my 'friends' say, 'Are you okay?' They tapped on my shoulder, I still didn't recognize anything, not even them.

    'Y-Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine.' I repeated, my voice shaky. Of course, they didn't understand, nor did they know why I was crying or that I even was. And what do you know, it started back up. I started to hyperventilate, no one STILL not noticing.

    I felt alone..distant even. I bit my lip, tearing a bit of my skin off, it being a nervous habit to this day. The pain felt never-ending, my mind going blank. I gripped my shirt, my eyes shifting.

               But still, no one noticed...