𝗖𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗿𝘃𝗼𝘆𝗮𝗻𝘁

Trapped

TW// Anxiety attack, dry-heaving, disordered eating due to anxiety. Take care of yourselves, loves. 

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I sprint through the hallways sandwiched in between both of the boys. My shoulders are definitely digging into their ribs, but I doubt they care. We halt to a stop every few seconds as Scott points to a room, Stiles shaking his head in disagreement. 

"Too many windows." 

"We need to go somewhere without windows." 

"Every single room in this building has windows!"

"Somewhere with less windows!"

"The locker room..." 

"Yeah." 

My body is still too panicked to fully think every step through, and I feel myself constantly clash into the sides of each of them. Their weight is pushing my body along with them, my feet tripping over each other as they turn into the locker room. Scott grabs onto me and sets my feet steady before I can topple over and take Stiles with me. 

"Call your dad." Scott says, leaning his body up against a locker. 

I see an unopened water bottle on the ground and snatch it, shakily open the lid. I down about half of it before gasping for air and sitting down. 

"And tell him what?" Stiles is doing the same as Scott, resting his body against a locker facing him. 

"I don't know, anything! Gas leak. A fire. Whatever! If that thing sees the parking lot filled with cop cars, it'll take off." 

"What if it doesn't? What if it goes completely Terminator and kills every cop in sight, including my dad?" 

I tighten my grip on the water bottle, and a quiet crinkling of the plastic is heard. I stay silent, scared that if I open my mouth, the steady breathing that I'm working so hard on keeping will return to it's uneven, hyperventilating state. 

"They have guns!" Scott continues, tossing his hands in the air. 

"Yeah, and Derek had to be shot with a wolfsbane-laced bullet to even slow him down, you remember that?" Stiles asks, raising his eyebrows at Scott, both of them painfully oblivious of me panicking on the bench in-between them. 

"Then we-we have to...we have to find a way out and just run for it." Scott stumbles over his words. 

My grip tightens even more, this time the cap pops up, and a bit of water spills out. My eyes are fixed on one point in the room; a small stain on one of the lockers in front of me. My breathing has turned into small, shallow gasps, accompanied by a failed attempt at a sigh every few seconds. 

"There's nothing near the school for at least a mile." 

I feel my stomach start to turn, and my fixed sight moves from the locker, starting to look for the closest trash can. 

"What about Derek's car?" 

My hand squeezing the bottle causes all of the water to slowly fall out, landing on the tile floor. 

"Yeah, that could work if we..." Stiles looks down at me and back up at Scott. "Is she okay?" 

I shake my head, "I'm gonna throw up." I toss my hand over my mouth and quickly stand up. 

"Dude! How did you not notice her heart beat or something?" Stiles says to Scott while following me. 

"I honestly thought it was my heart beat!" Scott seems just as panicked as me.