Hybrid: Between Alphas and Secrets

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ng, holding the phone in my hands. Every sound around me only fuels the panic that's beginning to take over me. My thoughts are relentless, and they won't let me rest. Every

panic only grows. Each breath feels harder to take. When Samia

g, even the perfume you gave me... what the hell?" I pause, trying to take a deep breath, but the words c

ready knew about you, that... it wasn't supposed to happen this way. But listen, you need to calm down. If my father finds out abou

ice cracks, anxiety suffocating me. "I... I don't know what to do... he's going to do something to me

me, but I feel lik

lm down. I'll help you, just... don't freak out, okay

to my ear, my heartbeat so fast I can feel it. My breathing becomes more erratic, and I begin to feel the sy

y medication isn't working anymore. It feels like something is stirring inside me. I shudder at the thought of bei

, but it's growing stronger with each passing se

ocating feeling and the pounding heart continue to escalate, so

ng to regain control. But the unease and the heaviness in my chest don't go away

almost inaudib

s happening to me. I feel like... like someth

I know this is a terrifying situation, but we'll get through it." She says, sounding genuinely worried. "Un

s working, and I release a sigh of relief. But at the same time, I feel like something has chang

ething much more complex and terrifying is beginning to take shape within me. Every passing seco

eacting to something that's deep inside me. I never asked for this, never wanted

trying to find some peace in the midst of all this chaos, but the pressure in my chest only intensif

except the constant tightness in my chest. It's suffocating. I try to remember everything Sam

me feel even worse. I don't want Samia to get hurt because of me. I don't want anyone to be hurt b

apartment feels cold, empty, and I feel trapped inside it, even though I'm supposed to be safe here. My fin

swallow me whole. I need to pull myself together, but the fear is so overwhelming

to ground myself. But the thoughts keep coming. The feeling of dread,

a beat as I look at the screen, hoping it's

hing, but I also know it could be something that changes every