“You should come!”

“No,” I laugh, “I’m really okay. I have a lot of stuff to catch up on.” I hang up the phone before she can reply. I would rather rip out every single one of my hairs individually than go to that party.

A small part of me feels bad.

Dread seeps it’s inky black presence into my mind.

_Oh no._

My pulse quickens as shame twists it’s spiked tail around my legs, freezing me in my footsteps.

My heart beats in my ears.

“Stop-“ I choke out before guilts sharp, long, cold fingers dig into my neck.

I can’t breathe. I’m being consumed entirely. My vision flickers in and out of focus as I brace myself on the wall.

**_You should go.

_**Scratches out the dread covering my eyes.

**_You’re a horrible friend._**

Growls shame.

**_You can’t escape what you’ve done. _**

Guilt scratches down my spine and neck.

“Please-“ I whisper. Hot tears covering my cheeks. “I don’t want to go.”

My breathing speeds up and my vision wavers.

I’m choking.

It feels like my chest has a weight on top of it. My head pounds with my heart beat. My throat constricts till I can’t even breathe.

I stumble towards the phone, sheer pain blaring in my head at the movement. I call her back.

“Actually I think I can come now.” As I speak the words shame and dread seep from my skull.

Guilt squeezes my throat one more time before settling in my head as a raging headache.

_God I really don’t want to go to this party._

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**Notes:**

**I have severe fomo and this is what it’s like for me Tehe **🎀🎀🎀** I’m literaly just a girl**