A/N: Relieved of her surviving. Here is Chapter 8. Some of the chapter is based off of the cover art. Sorry I'm late with this one.
Chapter 8: Nightmare
The room was dark. All I can see is me and the floor. The floor was a black and white checkered tile floor. It was in the same hospital gown, but no bandages on my arms. Then I heard laughter. Menacing laughter. I looked around to see no one was there. Menacing laughter. I looked around again. No one there. I was starting to tremble. Menacing laughter was growing louder and louder. Breathing quickened. There were an abundance of voices. They never left me. I plugged my ears but, it never worked. I kneeled down with my butt touching my heels. I trembled. I bawled my eyes out. Menacing laughter grew more and more louder and menacing!
I opened my eyes open. I looked around. Blurry. I put my glasses on. Still pain. The same bandages are on my arms. I checked the time on the clock. Almost 7:00. Paranoia struck me. I raced to the window. No one suspicious is out there. I laid on my hospital bed. I felt like they're coming. "You're not safe. Run." The voice spoke again. I stood up from the bed and ran to the door. I jiggled the doorknob, but it was locked. I shook the door and jiggled the doorknob with anxiety of the abductors. Then, Dr. Taylor entered the room. "Why are you shaking the door?" she said so calm but serious.
"They're here. I'm not safe." I backed up to a corner.
"They? You're safe. There is security here." She was close to me.
"I'm not safe." Denying her words.
"Safe from who?"
"The abductors. We're not safe from them." My breathing quickened to hyperventilation.
With her calm voice. She said, "No abductors can get through them." She pointed at the security guard. "See, you're safe."
"No. No. No! No! NOOOOOO!"
"Charlotte, calm down, okay? Deep Breaths." I didn't follow her deep breaths. She held me in her comforting embrace. "I should of done this sooner," she muttered. She spoke to me. "You're crying for help, and I'll get you help." She pulled out her phone. She dialed in a phone number. "Hello. I'm calling on the behalf of my patient. She's having a panic attack over abductors, but she's safe and…" She peeked outside. …No one is here outside." There was a pause. "I'll go ask her." She lowered the phone from her ear and faced me. "How do you know that you are go to be abducted?"
I was calm enough to talk to her. "A voice or something told me."
"What voice?"
"You can't hear it?" I stared into her eyes.
"I think it's in your head."
"It's not."
Without questioning me, she put her phone up to her ear. "A voice in her head told her." Another long pause. "You have room? Cool." Another long pause. "I'll inform her soulmate of this. Thanks." She hung up. "There. You're getting the help that you need."
Levi went inside. "Hey Charlotte. The hell is happening here?"
She spoke before I could to him. "She was having mental breakdown. Something about abductors."
He gave me eye contact. "The hell girl? I have a gun. No one can get through me."
"I'm sure 'they' won't," she said to him. Her embrace calmed me down. My breathing went to normal. "I called a psychiatrist. She said she wanted to leave because a voice in her head told her to."
She let go. Levi asked to me, "Why did I shrug off...this as your quirk?"
Levi held me in his embrace. "I won't let any hurt you. And you're talking that psychiatrist."
"I don't need it," I said, pleading.
He let go off me. "Hearing voices in your head? Definitely normal." He said in sarcasm.
"I'm fine!" I was starting to feel angry.
She intervened. "I would like to end their fighting." She faced me. "You're going to this appointment." I felt like hitting myself with a book. Well I hope he or she is nice.