Rocking quickly back and forth, she fought against hysteria, her panick attack, and cried uncontrolably. As her fear took over, she threw a tantrum in the last stall of the girls bathroom. Not the kind of tantrum a todler has to get what he wants; the kind where your emotions take over you body and violently release themselves. In spastic movements her head hit the tolit hard. She barely felt it; the pain and fear inside were much worse.
Must get myself stuck, she thought squeezing herself between the wall and the tolit. If she was confined, she felt secure and she wouldn't do any physical damage to herself.
Stuck, must get stuck...I am stuck. I can't get out! Fear arose as she thought to herself.
Suddenly, padding of feet were heard on the bathroom tile. Someone was going to use the bathroom. She tried hard not to cry, or make any sound that would attract attention. The person used the stall next to hers and then the girl washed her hands. She waited for the sounds of feet leaving the bathroom, but those never came.
"Are....you ok in there?" asked the girl, her feet moved closer to the stall.
Tears streamed down her face, and she swallowed back the fear, "Ya."
"Are you sure?" The girl moved in front of the stall.
"No," was the reply from inside. Silence followed. Watching from her stall, she saw the girl get down on her hands and knee's to peer under the door.
"What's wrong?" the girl was someone she reconized; a cheerleader, hung out with the popular crowd, and was running for class president. How would this girl, Miss Perfect, understand? Everything went right for her, she did everything right, how would this girl possibly comprehend what she was going through? This girl probably didn't even care. Looking away from the girl, she put her head on her knees. "Why would you care?"