A Story A Day. Story 82 of 365: Claustrophobia.

The space was growing tighter and tighter. She could feel the air growing thinner and thinner. And the revolving door wouldn't stop spinning, but there was no way out. She panicked. She wanted to sit down and cry, but she was forced to keep walking in circles. She started pounding the glass walls, screaming, crying, but the people who were outside just stared at her blankly. She was trapped between three glass walls and she could barely move. She wouldn't be able to breathe in no time, but the walls kept growing closer and closer. People outside started pointing at her and laughing at her struggle. The walls started crushing her, and she was soon unable to breathe. By then the doors were the ones moving her around, leaving a trail of blood behind them.