The speed of my heart doubles, my breath catches, my knees start buckling and I have the sudden urge to run away.
My stomach turns, my mouth starts salivating, and pretty soon bile comes up my throat.
I thrash my head side to side, eyes wide open in fear, looking left, looking right -- desperately seeking for a way out.
I want to scream for help, but my throat closes and I let out a croak instead. I'm defenseless against this evil force, armed with nothing useful -- not even my voice.
I see shadows of my siblings, of my friends, and I try, without lack of tenacity, to cling to them. But as shadows are, they cannot be grabbed... cannot even be held.
I relent and wordlessly accept the truth: First term is starting again.