The moment she stepped completely into her house, she fully collapsed on the floor, her body finally caving in and her mask, falling to 1000 shreds.

  Just know she let herself realize how risky the situation actually was, and couldn't withhold the simmering , lingering panic attack that clawed from the depths of her heart into the back of her brain

  threatening to consume her by any minute any more, not noticing she was being watched.

  Raven went straight into gasping for air, trying to find a halt to her mind.

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  It was going overdrive filled with wicked and sinister thoughts. The voices were getting louder. She was on her knees, scratching her body and reopening her bandages.

  The pain from her injuries was giving her some halt, but it wasn't enough anymore. In this state, there wasn't much she could think of to do besides closing her eyes and accepting it, and she was on the verge of collapsing.

  She wanted to scream, but nothing came out. She wanted to cry, but her eyes refused to release. Everything was working against her. She didn't know what to do.

  She was losing control every second that passed. At her last attempt, she curled herself with the last strength she had to a ball, trying to get at least some comfort from her body.

  Before she finally closed her eyes, there stood a familiar figure, but in her crazed state she couldn't determine who it was. She tried to lift her head to look at the person, but the moment she did, she hoped her mind would be faster and shut her out.