Running, panting, hands out reached feeling around. The red emergency light flashing and alarm blaring around us making it harder to concentrate. I ducked down around the nearest container and pulled my phone out. The bright screen blinding me for a second before I focused on punching in the numbers. Everything was in a different language, but I knew the number by heart. Twenty minutes... that's all I had. Twenty minutes to try and save my life this time, and if not... I had to go another three hours before I could get another chance.
Breathing heavily I scrolled through the phone trying to decipher the french and figure out where the call log was, panicking as the timer ticked down. Ten minutes left. I cursed under my breath for how much time I wasted running and started punching in number. 719- I can hear shouting close by. Glancing around I can see the lasers sweeping down the hallways. Shit. I have to move. I pocket the phone and brush my hands along the walls once more, moving farther from the men in suits and losing precious time. I'm not going to make it... I'm going to die here... And no one is ever going to know what happened to me.
"Maaaaaxxxxxx" I blink quickly and look up, connecting the hand waving in front of my face to the arm connected to my best friend. "Where'd you go just now? You completely freaked when the fire alarm went off. You okay?" Nudge looks at me with such concern I can't help but feel guilty.
"I'm sorry... I don't know what happened. Just with the alarm- and people rushing-" She cuts me off with a quick but tight hug, sighing in my ear. "Sweetie, it's been ten years since the incident. You're still suffering majorly from it, why don't you go see someone to help you deal with it all? No one would blame you for seeking help, you know we're all here for you and support you."
"I know. I will" I stand up from my chair and meet her look, the look that says she doesn't believe me one bit. "I promise I will go see someone tomorrow. I want to be done with this already, it's still causing Nick and I problems and I'm not okay with it." Her chocolate eyes soften and her shoulders droop,
"Hun, go talk to someone to help yourself. It's causing you and Nick problems because you still just about take his head off when he touches you. But don't do it for him, do it for yourself. We all just want to see you get better. Those men are either dead or locked up. You have nothing to worry about other than taking care of yourself and your beautiful family. So take care of yourself or so help me woman!"
I laugh at her attempt at being intimidating. At only 5'6 and 110 pounds, Nudge is anything BUT intimidating. She and I could be twins if it weren't for her darker skin tone and unruly curls. Whereas she has the nice mocha look and (sometimes) beautiful curls, I have the slight tan and bleached hair look going for me. She's a talker and I'm more observe and intervene when necessary, she's a shopper and I'm more get in and grab what you need then bail type. We even each other out nicely and ever since third grade when I helped her get her designer backpack back from a kid who stole it, we've been tied at the hip ever since.
"I will, I promise you. I love you for caring so much. Now let's get out of here before James makes us stay later after that horrid fire drill."
"Ohhhh we can stop by Old Navy on the way home! They have this huge sale going on and it's going to be super awesome and we can get you some more clothes and maybe a dress and -" I slap my hand over her mouth and watch her eyes get big with surprise. "Nudge, I love you to pieces, but you will never get me into a dress and I'm not going shopping. You're going to have to drive home alone because I have a doctor to find, remember?" She mumbles something inaudible against my hand and I can't help but giggle at her attempts to continue ranting. If anything, her rant is a nice distraction from the fact that I went back to that place yet again.. I can't put off getting help any longer.
Okay, so this is based off a nightmare I had one night that my best friend told me to turn into a story when I told him about it. So that's what I'm doing. I'm super into creepy things and a lot of my motivation for every single one of my stories has been based off a nightmare I had. So, hopefully I can turn it into something positive for others to enjoy as I certainly did not. But hey, that's how Stephen King does it so why not give it a shot. Hopefully i still have some followers out there paying attention. I'm going to try and update at least three times a week but with college courses starting soon I can 100% guarantee that but I will do my absolute best and will not be abandoning this story until it is over, I swear it. To be completely honest... it feels really good to be back and writing again. So review and let me know your first thoughts! This is not going to be a typical Maximum Ride Fanfic. They won't have wings in this one.