Lost in Assistance (Elizabeth Olsen x FemReader)

Ch. 33

"Please. Please. Please!" An alarm rang in your mind. You keep pushing the open button. "Oh my God! This is not happening right now! Hello? Hello? Somebody help?" You press the emergency button as you try to talk to somebody to get help but no answer. The pit of your stomach fell.

"Y/n? What happened? Is it broken?" She tries to do the same thing you did but still nothing happens. Meanwhile you start pacing around in there panicking like a little mouse got trapped in a mouse trapped. "Yes Liz! It's broken and we are stuck i--in i--in this freaking stupid box!" You are shaking now. Your tone raised in panic. Lizzie winced from your tone, and you realized.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I did it again. I didn't mean to. It's just-- It's--" You shoved your hair back away from your face. Your breath quickened. Your heart drummed. You felt bad that you just yelled at her again because of your claustrophobia anxiety attacking you. You look away from her so she will not see your scared face.

"Y/n, calm down! You are freaking out right now! What did you mean you did it again?" She tries to look at you. You try to avoid her by going to the door and trying to open it but it barely moves then you bang the door a few times. "How can I calm down when we are stuck here?! Fuck! The door is stuck!" Once again, you raise your voice again at her even though you don't mean it. You rest your forehead on the door, you are barely able to breathe. Sweat trickled down your spine. Fear splintered your heart. You are hyperventilating.

Your chest tightened with fear and anxiety swirled around you. Lizzie is worried too but you are far way more worried than her. Panic assailed you. Your mouth turns dry. She notices your color slowly turns pale, a corn kernel size sweat beats start to form on your forehead. You get more and more panicked. You start to ramble things that she doesn't understand. You are still pacing around until fear paralyzed you. You start to have a breakdown.

"Y/n, are you okay? You are worrying me right now. Can you calm down?" She starts to genuinely worry about you even though she said it in a stern tone.

Her voice flows to your ears, you try to do what she told you. You try to calm down but with this situation plus the stress you have on your shoulders even before you got here. Your mom, your guilt to Lizzie and the fact that today is the last day as her assistant or maybe the last time for you to see her. You can't handle it. Your heart was in your throat. Worry gnawed at you.

"I can't do this. This is too much. I can't breathe. We are stuck here that we don't even know for how long!" You said in a lower tone in the beginning but your face slowly raises as you finish your sentence. You keep walking back until you feel that your back touches the elevator wall in the corner. You slowly slide down to sit on the floor. You try hard to take a deep breath that seems so heavy for you to do it. Fear twisted your gut.

As soon as you sit on the floor, you pull both of your knees to your chest. You rest your forehead on your knees with your arms wrapped around your folded legs, you rock back and forth. Your voice sounds broken, trying to hold back tears that want to come out but it couldn't. You ramble like crazy, more like a muffled sound because of your position. "I'm sorry Ms. Olsen, I did it again. I didn't mean it. I never meant it, not today nor last week." She can only hear some parts that are enough to trigger questions in her.

Lizzie finally gathers herself to ask. "Y/n? What did you mean you did it again? What did you do?" She asks you gently. She kneels down next to you. You are caught between her on your left and the wall on your right. She tries to touch your shoulder and you jolt as if it scares you or hurts you. It hurts her to see you like this, to see you jolt at her touch. She fully remembers how you were with her touch. How you tried to absorb all the feelings you got from her touch when she touched your face the other night. Sadness tore at her chest seeing the difference. She never sees you being this vulnerable. "It's okay y/n. It's me." She whispers, trying to calm you down.