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Nia doesn't remember the last time, she felt this trapped.

one night, she was just about to sleep, when something in her step grabbed her. pulled her inwards towards the harshest strings, tightening her down, towards the cracked walls, and ground..

Nia's breathing quickened. what was happening? why was it so hard to breathe? Every colour changed, in a volatile manner, that it was all just a blur. Too much red counterfeited her mind, grappled into a cold, emptiness, of tightened trapped.

'Voices....'

whispers, soft, yet quickened, in a blurry motion. buzzes from one ear, out the other.

'....So many.....'

so many, she couldn't quite dictate on which is familiar or unknown.

'Why....why does it hurt so much?'

Everything hurts. her mind gripped her in a tight hold, that with such force would pass anyone out. blood going through her head, as she trembled.

'Ma....make it stop......'

stop the pain. She cried out, but only her voice was heard. nothing was there, but her strangling voice, croaking out, in fear and anguish.

'....Please.......'

her pleas became quiet and soft. So.....quiet. no one could hear her. More trembling, as everything crashed into her mind. it hurts. so very bad..

is this what a panic attack feels like? like-like a bad one? is that why she can't beeathe?

tears streamed down her muzzle, all the way to the cold concrete ground. her two paws covering her eyes, as the strings of anxiety continued to tighten her, in fierce grips.

A soft sob escaped, more trembles. She wanted papa. her brother. their warmth. comfort. love.

She wants them.

Nia wanted them.

please....

and whispered a soft, monotonous tone, that screams anxiety and hopelessness, all in one.

".....Help......"

..........

Ooof, this was a hard one, to write.

Just some more little Ni-angst, happening. And of course, more on her anxiety, and how she copes with them. Poor baby, suffering anxiety is the worst there is. such a hard pain, so hard to grapple and Understand, when it happens, all of a sudden..

The red lines, I've done, are, basically, her strings, that trapped her. And red, usually works, for something as painful as this. not blood, of course.

I definitely need to draw something sweet, for Nia, after this. (sobs)

Nia and art © me

Description
Nia doesn't remember the last time, she felt this trapped.

one night, she was just about to sleep, when something in her step grabbed her. pulled her inwards towards the harshest strings, tightening her down, towards the cracked walls, and ground..

Nia's breathing quickened. what was happening? why was it so hard to breathe? Every colour changed, in a volatile manner, that it was all just a blur. Too much red counterfeited her mind, grappled into a cold, emptiness, of tightened trapped.

'Voices....'

whispers, soft, yet quickened, in a blurry motion. buzzes from one ear, out the other.

'....So many.....'

so many, she couldn't quite dictate on which is familiar or unknown.

'Why....why does it hurt so much?'

Everything hurts. her mind gripped her in a tight hold, that with such force would pass anyone out. blood going through her head, as she trembled.

'Ma....make it stop......'

stop the pain. She cried out, but only her voice was heard. nothing was there, but her strangling voice, croaking out, in fear and anguish.

'....Please.......'

her pleas became quiet and soft. So.....quiet. no one could hear her. More trembling, as everything crashed into her mind. it hurts. so very bad..

is this what a panic attack feels like? like-like a bad one? is that why she can't beeathe?

tears streamed down her muzzle, all the way to the cold concrete ground. her two paws covering her eyes, as the strings of anxiety continued to tighten her, in fierce grips.

A soft sob escaped, more trembles. She wanted papa. her brother. their warmth. comfort. love.

She wants them.

Nia wanted them.

please....

and whispered a soft, monotonous tone, that screams anxiety and hopelessness, all in one.

".....Help......"

..........

Ooof, this was a hard one, to write.

Just some more little Ni-angst, happening. And of course, more on her anxiety, and how she copes with them. Poor baby, suffering anxiety is the worst there is. such a hard pain, so hard to grapple and Understand, when it happens, all of a sudden..

The red lines, I've done, are, basically, her strings, that trapped her. And red, usually works, for something as painful as this. not blood, of course.

I definitely need to draw something sweet, for Nia, after this. (sobs)

Nia and art © me