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"can't she stay? we've got a spare bedroom Bill" Tom stated, looking at his brother.
"Sure then, Isla you just looked tired that's all" Reluctantly Bill shared the bong with Isla as her turn came round.
Taking a few rips, Isla realised how hard it had kicked in, shit felt almost as if a drum had replaced her heart.
Everybody was taking advantage of there state, chatting, laughing and speaking their mind. But for Isla this conversation happening a metre away from her- felt like background noise. All she could think about was her heart, her mind was fully, entirely focused on her heart beat. shit shit shit. Her perception of life was completely thrown out the window, This felt like the wost decision she had ever made. Wishing that she'd gone home when Bill said to. did Bill know this would happen?
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She couldnt hold it together anymore- whatevr this feeling was- Although it was most definetely being blown out of proportion given her stress. She felt like she was dying, urgently needing an ambulance, She felt like alot of things. Mainly shit. As she stood up she felt the veins in her body pulsate, this feeling in her body was un bearable- you know that one thing that makes your skin crawl? whether it be spiders.. Or the sight of blood? for Isla this was her own heartbeat.
Fealing her body physically shake, Isla jumped out of her seat, and messily spluttered " I-I need to go.. upstairs.. i want the bed" She said awkwardly pointing to the door in attempt to explain what she meant
Leaving the room, Isla headed upstairs. The boys exchanged looks, looks that said "what the fucks wrong with her?!" Bill and Tom looked the most concerend, for reasons that will be clear sooner or later
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Now upstairs trailing across the landing, Isla was struggling to breath. Her hand was stuck to her neck, anxiously muttering. slipping in and out of reality Isla realised that she'd reached the end of the hallway.
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Her world had become a Psychedelic. She entered the end bedroom, assuming that it was the guest bedroom. Not even turning the light on she crawled into bed, keeping her hands on her heart, almost as if she was protecting it from escaping.
The twins worriedly creeped up the stairs, momentarily stumbling every so often. Checking the guest bed. empty.
Bill shoved His twin, in a fit of rage. "This is your fucking fault Tom! Do you ever listen to me, look at what you've done!" Tom stumbled back, collecting himself he stepped forwards "Shut the fuck up Bill, Maybe if you didnt steal everything!"
Almost instintaniously, the twins remebered why theyd come upstairs, they searched through rooms, until entering the very last one, Toms bedroom.
"Isla whats happening?", Tom moved besides her, placing the back of his hand onto her forehead. "Shes white- deathing, Dickhead." Bill muttered, pulling off the covers and patting the bed around her, searching for something "wheres her phone, Call Jeff" he said now in a state of panic. Tom rushed out of the room.
Now it was just Bill and Isla, she looked to him, hyperventilating. "Isla, you gotta stop doing this shit to yourself"
