Nothing but a palpitating heartbeat.
A heartbeat that belongs to me.
Everyone waiting to hear my words.
Time running out.
“You can do it Rebecca.”
All I feel is nervous. Nervousness.
The only thing that’s getting me through this is that it’ll be over soon.
I try not to speak in my nervous voice.
I try to act calm.
I just get it over with.
I read my answers.
I know that there are so many pairs of eyes staring at me.
I just try to get it over with.
30 seconds and I’m done.
The next person begins to read.
I can still feel my heartbeat. I can still hear it.
Loud and clear.
I can still feel eyes on me.
Reserved just for me and my anxiety.