>My attempts to reassure myself that nothing will go wrong barely help, and the mid-afternoon sun bearing down on me wasn’t helping either. I turn that oh-so-familiar corner and come face to face with Volcano High.
>Flashing lights and blaring sirens assault my senses, police vehicles and ambulances surrounding the entrance. And the screaming, sweet God the screaming; a symphony of pure terror and anguish surrounds me, and I scream with them.
>“FANG! NO!”
>I need to stop this, I need to-
>*BANG*
>A stray bullet hits me in the leg as I start to run, and I immediately stumble and crash onto the concrete sidewalk. The pain, the heat, the lights, the sirens, the screaming, it’s too much. Too much. Too much. Too much. Too much.
>Don’t leave me alone.
>Please…
>“Are you okay?” A voice from above. A beautiful voice, full of caring and hope. I look up and see an angel offering me their hand. No - not an angel.
>“Fang!”
>The crippling wound in my leg no longer matters as I embrace my angel. I‘m trembling, crying, hyperventilating, but it doesn’t matter. The nightmare is over.
>“What the hell is with you dude?!” Fang forcefully pushes me away, and I barely keep my balance as I stumble backward. Fang’s eyes meet mine, her face full of confusion.
>“You hit your head or something? Need an ambulance?”
>I look at Fang. Her eyes green and plain, her face noticeably flat, her voice strangely deep and masculine.
>I turn to Volcano High. The sirens are off, the police and ambulances gone, the screams quiet, the pain absent.
>“Oh fuck…” I pant as I lean onto a nearby wall, trembling. I bury my head in my hands and slide down the wall, desperately trying to regain control over my breathing.
>“Hey. You gonna be alright?”
>“Huh…” I look up at whoever is trying to get my attention. A human, clearly worried about whatever just happened. What had just happened?
critique my ptsd flashback sequence with anon (most of it anyway), don't have ptsd so don't know if this is retarded or not
