I kept on asking myself, over and over again, how did I go from lawyer of the year to an attorney of the year is under an investigation of his accused brother in a possible murder?

I really wanted to just give up my dream job after seeing the newspaper two nights ago. I sighed, feeling really annoyed and irritated while Jacob was holding my hand as we awaited for the school bus once again.

Once I had arrived for work, I was so furious walking my way to my office, and people were staring at me. I immediately step inside my office after opening the door.

I shut the door, and I slammed my briefcase on the desk, and I felt like I was about to have an anxiety attack.

With the whole town staring at me and Jacob, while everyone knew who I was, and who Jacob was, I felt like there was nowhere to escape to. I started sweating, my heart was racing, I couldn't catch my breath, I was trying to hold onto my desk, and I couldn't even breathe. I closed my eyes, swallowing my saliva, and I opened them as I still felt like my heart was gonna jump out of my freaking chest!

Until a minute later, Judge Judith came knocking on my door, and saw me not feeling good through the window. Judge Judith immediately opened the door, and saw that I was having an anxiety attack. Judge Judith came walking up to me, and asked me what was going on, and I tried to talk, but I couldn't.

"Okay, okay, it's okay, just breathe, Ryan, just breathe." Judge Judith was supportively rubbing my back. I dropped on the floor, taking my hand touching my chest, and Judge Judith bent down on her knees, and continued supporting me.

After about thirty minutes of trying to catch my breath, Judge Judith had called the paramedics to make sure I was okay. She didn't know what to do, and I'm glad she was being supportive.

One paramedic asked me if this was my first anxiety attack? I shook my head, "Ye-yeah," I said, before swallowing. The paramedic just shook his head, understanding me, and I took a deep breath and slowly sighed.

"Well, it seems like, Mr. Morgan will be okay," The paramedic said.

"Are you sure? He still doesn't look good."

"It will take him a while to adjust, a lot of people who suffer from panic attacks need to be reassured by somebody — anybody — that their problem, though real, will not kill them. You did the right thing by calling nine one one."

Judge Judith shook his head, understanding what the paramedic said, and sighed. "How are you feeling now, Mr. Morgan?" The paramedic asked, I shook my head, still trying to process what happened, "I'm-I am okay," I wiped my sweat off my face, and I cleared my throat.