Scared Beyond Measure

Have you ever had a friend that scared the effing shite out of you? No, not like them scaring you for laughs or them scaring you to be evil. I mean seriously, something happened to them that scared YOU so bad you felt like screaming?

That happened on Friday. I'll make this short because even thinking back on it makes me want to cry and hold myself. Plus my hands are shaking a bit.

On friday me and my friends stayed on campus til about…crap i cant even remember ummm it was dark somewhere between 7-9 so that we could watch this play called The Rocky Horror Picture show. Some of you have probably heard of it. Anyway it was freaking awesome; apparently I had the seat of the house and I got a lapdance from one of the dancing old ladies -horrifying yet hilarious- and the rocker guy put his knee on my armrest -guess where his crotch was in relation to my face- and then climbed over me to the row behind us. It was fun and we had bunches of laughs especially since my friends friend -who was in it- was Rocky and he had on a red spiked choker and a man-thong that didn't cover his butt at all. Weird, perverted, and definitely rated M yet it was all in good fun.

After we got our autographs we walked out and went to get our free drinks courtesy of this bar called the Lemon Head.

This is where it all went straight horrible.

Heather, my dear comedic friend, has Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder; she was a germophobe. And I'm not talking that stuff normal teenagers say they got to be blasé. I mean the real thing. Well we got to the lemon head and I didn't want to go in -maybe im just childish, but it was too…grown up, you know?- so when Heather said she wasnt getting it either I was relieved. When they went in, after leaving their bookbags, I proceeded to turn towards Heather. Somehow, after looking at her face, I instantly knew something was gonna go wrong. Or something WAS wrong. I was in my Halloween Costume and even though it wasn't skimpy -being three sizes or so too big- I guess it was still nice looking. Heather started muttering about the sleazebags that were staring at me and I just whispered to ignore them. She then started coughing and I wasn't worried at first cause there was smoke coming out of the door but then she started really coughing.

This is taking too long and it's starting to make me relive those memories. The guys came out and she was still coughing. My phone was dead and I had to keep bothering Heather to let me borrow her phoneso I could call my grandma to take us home. In hindsight, this probably added to her anxiety but..how was I to know?

She was starting to do this pacing thing where she wasn't pacing but moving in short, jerky bursts. Her coughing was getting worse so we took her away from the outside of the bar and walked around the corner. But by this point, shite had already hit the fan.

We were out of the smoke but her coughing was still bad, she was breathing erratically and in short pants; her tongue was hanging slightly out of her mouth and we could hear her in the relative quiet of the night. She was now barely able to move and her eyes were wide freaking open like a terrified horse or something. Ken had to get behind her and start shoving her along. Twice along walking the street she almost collapsed, the only thing holding her up being Ken. When we got to the end of the street, her arms randomly started flailing wildly, obviously beyond her control. Her head was doing this…this…have you ever seen really small birds move their heads? Her head was doing that, god it was terrifying, her eyes wide open and unseeing her head jerking and twitching and her arms randomly going about. I can't really explain just how much it scared all of us; I was only a few seconds from calling 911, in fact I had already slid open my phone I was just having trouble dailing 9 because my hands were shaking so bad, when my grandmother thankfully pulled up.

She wasn't elliptic or having a seizure, I suppose the smoke triggered her anxiety and everything went downhill from there. While I'm writing this I'm trying to keep from bursting into tears [edit too late] just from memories because of two things:

1. Most Traumatic experience ever. My friend, someone I care very deeply for, was just…gone. She would barely respond to her name.

2. Guilt. I…didn't know what to do. Here my friend was, she needed my help and I could do nothing. I was afraid I would hurt her more. She had a very small one at this dance and when I slightly put my hand on her shoulder, she moved her shoulder down and made the most pained expression..

I hope none of you guys have to go through something like this.

PS. I forgot to mention, she had accidentally left her phone in my granmas car. When I returned it today and she looked at her messages, she proclaimed ABSOLUTE PUZZLMENT over why she had messages with people hoping she was okay and if she was alright. She completely blanked out that she had the episode. I was, again, too afraid and unsure over whether I should tell her what happened in case it did something bad to her psyche.