Panic.

It took over her mind, her breathing. Suffocating, can't breathe, can't breathe, can't breathe. Coated the back of her throat with the metallic taste of fear. And blood. Her eyes darted, here then there, then back again. Oh, God, oh, GOD. Her thoughts circled frantically around and around and around and WILD, to get out, escape, inhale, breathe, GOD THINK! Her nails scraped the walls, drew blood, left torn bits of flesh and nail and smears of the dark, dark red on the blank, gray wall. Prison. Her prison. Only in her mind? She didn't know. She couldn't understand. Captive, prisoner, hostage, inmate. Get out, get out...

... Can't. Just can't. A moan escapes her blue-tinged, dry lips. Her breath heaves. Rasps, the labored breathing of a cornered animal. Defenseless, hopeless, God, so small. She drags herself to the corner of her prison and rests her head back against the wall. A tear slides down her white, white cheek. Hopeless, hopeless. Can't get out. Imprisoned, forever and ever and ever... 

... Only in her mind?