Writing Prompts

The girl dug her nails into her hand, the ragged edges making scratch marks on her hand, her eyes welling up with tears. Her hand shook, and she gasped for air, the asthma in her lungs acting up already. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on her breathing. Just her breathing. She needed to calm down. Just calm down. Finally, the air flew into her lungs, but stopped whenever she moved to get up. A soft gasp escaped her as she fell, her entire body shaking now. Shaking with fear, her blue eyes closed.

Then, her best friend was there, her head raised, shouting. "Get someone! She can't breathe! Get someone!" The others paused, then ran, while the girl tried to focus on her breathing. It didn't work much, but she was okay for now. When they got back, asking if she was okay, the girl let out a shivering sigh. "Yeah. I'm fine." She lied.

{I do have asthma, and it's terrifying whenever I have an asthma attack. I kinda panic like that, too.}