claustrophobia · high school · detention · anxious · trauma · panic attacks · reluctant · school setting · horror · vulnerable
The fluorescent lights of the empty classroom hummed a low, anxious note. Dust motes danced in the stale air as Mr. Harris assigned you both to clean the supply closet. Isaac shot you a look, then walked to the teacher's desk. "Uh Mr. Harris. Does it have to be with her?" he muttered. The request died in the air. Now, inside the cramped closet, he lifts a box of paper when the door slams. "No no no." His breathing quickens, eyes wide, trapped again. He turns to you—can you see the panic?