July 18, 2013

Jimin bolted up from sleep, a cold sweat covering his entire body. He immediately started crying uncontrollably, wrapping his arms around his toned core and squeezing tight. Tears streamed down his face as the flashbacks only continued, despite him being awake and no longer dreaming.

He choked on his cries, being louder than he was last night. His small figure shook with pure terror, and his heart beat faster in his chest, as if everything was happening over again.

He started hyperventalating, gasping for air and choking out sobs. He threw off his covers, and moved back against his headboard, bringing his knees up to his chest and hiding his face.

He had limited breathing room, which wasn't good for his on-coming panic attack.

Just breathe, Jimin, you can do it! Everything is going to be okay, just breathe!

His mother's voice rang in his ears, which made him pull at his hair. His tears formed wet spots on his pajama pants, and his mouth was going dry from gasping for air constantly.

Jimin baby, please- just breathe, you're okay!

He was only sixteen when it happened, and he was now eighteen. Not even the legal age...

Every night was the same.