Susan

It will be fall, the season of fear and giggling. Susan was quite excited to face the challenges ahead but the terror of all unknown was still lurking in shadows, ambushing and just waiting for the right moment to trigger her panic attack. Luckily her panic attacks were so very different from what other people experienced. She didn't freeze, her heart was not racing and she was not having any trouble breathing. In times of panic Susan laughed. Not just a polite little ha-ha but a real infectious laugh making everyone around her unable to resist joining her. It usually started with soft, barely audible chuckles turning into short outbursts of suppressed giggles slowly escalating to loud guffaw until Susan was holding her stomach in abdominal pain, tears rolling down her cheeks and fighting for breath and her mind begging to stop this madness. Though the hardest part of all of this was the aftermath and all the explanation. How to explain to the relatives of your friend that you tittering at the friend's death was not intentional, that it was just a mere defensive mechanism of your body.