Story: "Panic Attack" - original - PG
Title: Panic Attack
Author: Guardian Erin
Fandom: Original
Characters: Sarah, Aleisha
Rating: PG
Claimer: Yeah, I own everything. Go me.
Summary: Sarah and Aleisha go into an abandoned house, and Sarah has an experience with something that scares her out of her mind.
Sarah gasped for air, collapsing against the wall. Her heart was racing, mind going blank with the terror of not being able to draw a breath. It was difficult to fight against the panic and try to draw a controlled breath. Her throat felt sore, something unknown blocking her windpipe. She coughed but it was weak and difficult without sufficient air to expel. Gasping again, she managed to wheeze in slowly then cry out loudly with an exhale to draw in more oxygen. The unknown tension broke and she coughed again, suddenly able to breathe. She put a hand to her chest, heart thudding against her ribcage. She breathed quickly, as if slowing down might make her lungs clog up again, and tried to calm down.
There was no time. With watery eyes she glanced around the dark room anxiously and then started walking away. She wasn't even sure where at first; she just needed to get away from the place she had been and keeping moving. She found the staircase and ascended quickly, flashlight clattering against the railing as her hands shook furiously.
Aleisha was dancing slowly to some weird sort of ancient music, apparently having figured out how to work the dusty old record player. Her mouth moved, lip syncing to lyrics that weren't even there. She only jumped slightly when Sarah emerged from the basement like a bat out of hell, closing the door behind her with a loud bang by slamming her back against it while gasping for breath.
"Are you okay?" Aleisha asked, sounding like she was strung out on something, and knowing her, she probably was.
"We need to go," Sarah said, moving away from the door. She suddenly felt a heavy presence there and was once again overwhelmed by the need to move - move away from the basement, away from the room they were in, just run far away. She grabbed Aleisha's arm with a shaky hand and pulled her as quickly as she could, eyes darting around as she moved through the decrepit old mansion, terrified that she might actually see something.
"Did you find it?" Aleisha asked, allowing herself to be dragged through the rooms.
"It wasn't there." Sarah glanced along the possible paths, confused by the number of doors. She saw one that looked like it might lead outside, but it was far from being the one they had entered. She considered forcing it open, but thought better of it because there was no telling where it would lead.
"It has to be there!" Aleisha cried, startling Sarah. "I'll go back with you. We'll look together."
"No!" Sarah blurted out. She shivered and tried to soothe her nerves. "Let's just get out."
"You weren't afraid earlier," Aleisha noted. It infuriated Sarah, and she wished Aleisha wouldn't bring that up right now. She just had to leave. "What happened down there?"
"Nothing," Sarah denied, shaking her head. She really wondered if anything had happened anyway, but then something gripped her stomach at the very notion and she knew that something had happened. It was something she had always wanted, and she wasn't ready for it. "I'll explain later. This way."
She dragged her friend with her again, forcing Aleisha to keep up. Sarah almost ran to the front door, turning the greasy knob. As soon as the door opened, she let go of Aleisha and bolted, feeling that pressure from behind again, driving her away. She heard Aleisha scream and something tear after her. Her lungs burned but she couldn't stop, couldn't look back, nearly tripping over her own feet as she dashed off into the darkness, towards the tree line.
There was no more safety in the woods than in the house, but the horrible feeling finally began to lose it's grip on her when she was deep into the woods. She almost fell against a tree, gasping for breath, her heart pounding in her throat. Everything feel silent, except for the pounding in her ears and her quiet gasps for breath. She forced herself to be quiet until she could hear the ominous creaking of the trees overhead as they swayed in the wind. There was a different kind of chill here that came from the feeling of being alone, but she had never been more relieved to have that feeling back.
Author: Guardian Erin
Fandom: Original
Characters: Sarah, Aleisha
Rating: PG
Claimer: Yeah, I own everything. Go me.
Summary: Sarah and Aleisha go into an abandoned house, and Sarah has an experience with something that scares her out of her mind.
Sarah gasped for air, collapsing against the wall. Her heart was racing, mind going blank with the terror of not being able to draw a breath. It was difficult to fight against the panic and try to draw a controlled breath. Her throat felt sore, something unknown blocking her windpipe. She coughed but it was weak and difficult without sufficient air to expel. Gasping again, she managed to wheeze in slowly then cry out loudly with an exhale to draw in more oxygen. The unknown tension broke and she coughed again, suddenly able to breathe. She put a hand to her chest, heart thudding against her ribcage. She breathed quickly, as if slowing down might make her lungs clog up again, and tried to calm down.
There was no time. With watery eyes she glanced around the dark room anxiously and then started walking away. She wasn't even sure where at first; she just needed to get away from the place she had been and keeping moving. She found the staircase and ascended quickly, flashlight clattering against the railing as her hands shook furiously.
Aleisha was dancing slowly to some weird sort of ancient music, apparently having figured out how to work the dusty old record player. Her mouth moved, lip syncing to lyrics that weren't even there. She only jumped slightly when Sarah emerged from the basement like a bat out of hell, closing the door behind her with a loud bang by slamming her back against it while gasping for breath.
"Are you okay?" Aleisha asked, sounding like she was strung out on something, and knowing her, she probably was.
"We need to go," Sarah said, moving away from the door. She suddenly felt a heavy presence there and was once again overwhelmed by the need to move - move away from the basement, away from the room they were in, just run far away. She grabbed Aleisha's arm with a shaky hand and pulled her as quickly as she could, eyes darting around as she moved through the decrepit old mansion, terrified that she might actually see something.
"Did you find it?" Aleisha asked, allowing herself to be dragged through the rooms.
"It wasn't there." Sarah glanced along the possible paths, confused by the number of doors. She saw one that looked like it might lead outside, but it was far from being the one they had entered. She considered forcing it open, but thought better of it because there was no telling where it would lead.
"It has to be there!" Aleisha cried, startling Sarah. "I'll go back with you. We'll look together."
"No!" Sarah blurted out. She shivered and tried to soothe her nerves. "Let's just get out."
"You weren't afraid earlier," Aleisha noted. It infuriated Sarah, and she wished Aleisha wouldn't bring that up right now. She just had to leave. "What happened down there?"
"Nothing," Sarah denied, shaking her head. She really wondered if anything had happened anyway, but then something gripped her stomach at the very notion and she knew that something had happened. It was something she had always wanted, and she wasn't ready for it. "I'll explain later. This way."
She dragged her friend with her again, forcing Aleisha to keep up. Sarah almost ran to the front door, turning the greasy knob. As soon as the door opened, she let go of Aleisha and bolted, feeling that pressure from behind again, driving her away. She heard Aleisha scream and something tear after her. Her lungs burned but she couldn't stop, couldn't look back, nearly tripping over her own feet as she dashed off into the darkness, towards the tree line.
There was no more safety in the woods than in the house, but the horrible feeling finally began to lose it's grip on her when she was deep into the woods. She almost fell against a tree, gasping for breath, her heart pounding in her throat. Everything feel silent, except for the pounding in her ears and her quiet gasps for breath. She forced herself to be quiet until she could hear the ominous creaking of the trees overhead as they swayed in the wind. There was a different kind of chill here that came from the feeling of being alone, but she had never been more relieved to have that feeling back.