The Punk's Princess

Twenty-Three

TW: Panic attack
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Bosco had the hotel room to herself for the morning. Daya and the rest of the bands had interviews scheduled, and she didn't feel ready enough to go to those. Not when she wouldn't know for sure if the interviewers would respect her privacy.

But she didn't mind sitting out. She was still a little sore from the night before and Daya had given her plenty of kisses and love before she left. Bosco busied herself by twirling Daya's ring around her finger and working on new merch designs. Deja really liked the work she was doing, and it made Bosco feel proud of herself.

As she hummed and sketched out a couple things for Stephanie's Child, her phone started to ring. She expected it to be Angie calling to remind her to take her meds, and part of her was hoping it was Irene so she could really apologize and make things okay again, but instead, it was just an unknown number.

Bosco stared down at it, starting to feel uneasy. She declined the call and told herself it was just one of those scam things, but then whoever it was tried calling again.

Bosco didn't like that. She stared down at her phone before standing up from the bed and backing away a little. The feeling that she was being watched returned, even though she was alone in the room. She turned to look out the window in an effort to clear her head, but that's when she saw her.

The view from the window was above the entrance to the hotel, and down below on the pavement was the same girl from the mall, the venue, and the gas station. She stared up right at the window that Bosco stood in front of, her phone held up to her ear.

Bosco completely froze, her eyes widening and a scared whimper escaping her lips. She forced herself to move her arm and grab the curtains. She closed them quickly as her body started to shake. This couldn't be just a coincidence anymore. This girl was following, and Bosco had no idea what she wanted.

Her heart was starting to pound in her chest so hard she could hear it. She could hear the buzzing of the hotel room lights and she could hear people walking down the hall. She didn't like it. And even though she knew what was coming, she couldn't stop it.

"No no no..." Bosco whimpered, flinching and digging her nails into the palms of her hands as her clothes started to feel uncomfortable against her skin. She grabbed at her arms, desperately trying to get the sweater she wore off of her but only resulting in ripping it when her body wouldn't let her raise her shaking limbs.

The lights were starting to feel too bright now. Bosco whined as she tried keeping her head low and away from them. The quietest footsteps outside the room sounded so loud to her and made her panic rise. She hesitantly looked outside again, her eyes filled with tears.

The girl was gone.

Fear pulsed through Bosco. More scared whimpers escaped her lips as she failed to form words. She backed up and tripped against the bed, yelping and hurting her own ears by doing so. She started to cry, frantically trying to pull off the sweater that felt like it was cutting into her skin. Every step outside made her terrified that it could be that girl.

Her vision was starting to blur as her sob made her body tremble hard. Her fingers could hardly grab onto the ring and she couldn't find her comfort hoodie anywhere. Which just made her cry frustrated tears along with her scared and panicked ones. Her phone screen was too bright even on the lowest setting, which meant she couldn't text Daya.

Bosco completely broke down, ripping her sweater off of her and stumbling as she flicked the lights off. Her chest heaved with the force of her scared cries, and she grabbed both of her stuffed horses and hugged them to her chest before she retreated to the bed.