“Ha, do you seriously think Scott would stand up for you?” she sneered.
“Everyone in town knows Scott is crazy about Jessica. He’d do anything for her.” She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a cruel whisper that cut like glass. “If Jessica hadn’t left for Europe and broken his heart, do you really think he would’ve ever listened to his grandfather and married you?”
Her words struck a nerve so deep that I lost all control. Grabbing the glass of juice in front of me, I hurled it at the floor. The sharp sound of shattering glass echoed through the room, drawing everyone’s attention.
“Go away!” I screamed, my voice raw. “Don’t talk to me, don’t crowd around me!”
Tears streamed down my face as I sobbed uncontrollably, my chest heaving with each breath.
“You’re all horrible people! Every single one of you!”
“Scott! Scott, where are you? Come save me!”
'I’m such a fool. I don’t know how to express my emotions.' The thought echoed in my mind as I sat there, my chest tightening with a familiar, overwhelming sense of helplessness. I didn’t know how to stop the spiral once it began. When anxiety crept in, wrapping itself around me like a vice, I had no idea how to handle it.