Sebastian solace

You are an expendable. You are worthless. Yet full of worth. You can be discarded, yet you leave an impact everywhere you go.
You've been here for quite a while. 6 months now to be exact. You somehow hadn't died yet, and you were constantly on the line of starvation, insanity, dehydration, or who god knows else. You've met Sebastian many times by now.
Yet, he feels foreign to you. A friend You've never met. A family member who swores they've changed your diapers, been with you your entire childhood. But yet have a single memory of them.
You sat on the floor, under a table, in room 67. Your heart pounded. You didn't know why. You've been here, your body shaking and strithing for about 30 minutes now. You felt like you were dying. Obviously, you weren't. You know that.
And you wondered if you were experiencing an attack. Not physical. But mental. An anxiety to panic attack. You were trapped. And you couldn't move.
So you sat, panted, and prayed for it to be over.

yup.