"Get them off of me!" Nadia was screaming at the top of her lungs. Jamie was trying to tell her something, but she didn't hear her. Carl was fighting with the ropes, trying to get them off, but to Nadia's panic soaked mind, he may as well have been putting more ropes on her. She couldn't breath. She kept gasping for air, but there wasn't any. Her heart was racing so fast it hurt. Her chest felt like it was on fire. There was a knife in her side. The panic-attack tightened down around her and she shrieked as she fought. Eventually one arm was freed, and then the other. Nadia tried to launch herself off the table, but one leg was still tied to the table.<br/><br/>"Get it off, Get it off," Nadia was struggling uselessly against the rope, sobbing as she jerked her leg and tore at the rope with her hands, doing nothing to help her situation. Carl stood helplessly by somewhere where she couldn't see him. Jamie wasn't within sight either, and Nadia's sobbing got worse as no one seemed about to help her. What about the other people in the room? Was no one going to help her?! "Help me, please, someone, help me!" She gasped out between sobs, her words barely distinguishable as all her fight drained away and she collapsed in on herself, shaking and rocking.<br/><br/>Something warm draped over her shoulders and Nadia's head jerked up. Worried green eyes were staring at her and Nadia blinked as Jamie came into focus. The look of concern on the petite woman's face staggered her. She didn't really hear what she was saying at first, but her gentle touch was calming, and Nadia felt herself teeter as gentle fingers brushed her hair back and a warm hand took one of her own. Slowly, Jamie's soft voice became clear, and Nadia felt her shaking begin to ease. Her heart slowed down, and her breath came back in a rush, and then she let herself fall against the other girl. While she cried quietly against Jamie's shoulder, gentle fingers worked at the rope around her ankle. She didn't know it yet, but Carl was gently freeing her.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry," she finally gasped. She wasn't sure how long she had been crying, but as the panic seeped out of her, Nadia's mind cleared enough that she realized she had been blubbering like a child on Jamie's shoulder. "I'm sorry, I... I don't know what.. happened. I'm so sorry I... " Nadia's cheeks slowly darkened from embarrassment. She looked up at Carl, and humiliation hit her hard. She jerked Jamie's Blazer tighter closed as her eyes narrowed, and then dropped to the ground. She wasn't really mad at them, she was pissed that she looked weak. "I couldn't breath and I just... I don't..."<br/><br/>Awkward, angry, and embarrassed, Nadia shakily got to her feet to put some distance between herself and the other two. God, this was awful. What the hell was she supposed to say to them? She'd just fallen apart and screamed at them and...<i>'fuck,'</i>her wrists hurt! She rubbed them subconsciously, noticing the red, raw skin for the first time. Jeese, Jamie hadn't tied them that tight... these marks were Nadia's fault, created by her struggling.<br/><br/>"Can I.. just go?" she asked quietly, her anger at herself bleeding away to make way for shame. Shit, she could never come back, not after that... God, how the hell was she going to be able to even come back to school tomorrow? "I have a dance class anyway..."