Chapter 33

I even tried hard to run faster when my ears detected steps on my back. I was afraid to turn around and find that ghost. Even if passing through the locker room with mirrors that occupied a wall completely, I noticed from the corner of my eyes that my stalker had black hair. I kept running, until I stumbled on one of the low benches and almost crashed on the floor. Instead, by the hand that the person on my lay put to hold on my arm, I ended up bumping without much gravity count the cabinets, which retled by the push of my body.

Edward came into focus. At least part of it. I could see his eyes, but everything around was still covered by that reddish cloud that I knew very well from my worst moments. It was a crisis. A terrible anxiety crisis. I took one of my hands to my chest, panting, desperate for a dose of air to my lungs, and very aware of how dry my throat seemed. Edward widened his eyes when he put me sitting down. He tried to talk, tried to make soothing gestures with