It's a Hard Pill to Swallow

Chapter Eight

"Me and Wells made a cake."
We headed inside.
"Hey guys, I need to tell you all something that I forgot to mention earlier." I chuckled.
"Fire away Zabby." Max grinned.
I took a deep breath. "Okay, so schizophrenia isn't my only condition..... I also live with PTSD." I explained, my friend's reactions weren't as surprised as I thought they would be.
"What triggered it?" The boy with anxiety asked.
"Two years ago, I was walking downtown with Zach, you know we were minding our own buisness; when a robber came up behind me, and held a knife to me. Then he told my brother, hand over your money and valuables or she's dead. So of course Zach gave him his watch, gold chain and wallet. Then the guy let me go and another one came, shot a bullet to the sky and they ran off." I explained, a shiver going up my spine.
"What triggers flashbacks?" The boy with bi polar asked rather quietly.
"Gun sounds, pocket knives, and someone grabbing me from behind unexpectedly...... So don't."
"I wouldn't ever." He replied.
"It is time." The girl with OCD looked over at the boy with bi polar, smirking.
Max grinned. "Bri and I have a plan, allons-y!" He took little pieces of paper out of his pocket.
I looked at Q a little comfused. "Oookay."
Maxwell and Brianna left notes in certain spots leading to a walk in closet.
"I see what you're doing now." I chuckled.
"Yuuup, we're setting a trap for Lynn." The girl with arachnophobia laughed evilly.
"Watch and learn." The bi polar boy wiggled his eyebrows and went to find the girl with claustrophobia.
We watched Lynn as she followed the notes, Max had written on them that they were leading to a gift from Josh. She got to the last card.
"Where is it?" The girl with claustrophobia asked confused.
At that moment, Brianna closed and locked the door.
"Josh?" Lynn tried to open the door. When she realized it was locked, I could hear her starting to panic.
"Let me out of here you........ FREAK!" She yelled, banging on the door.
"Bitch, you mess with me and I mess with you back." The girl with OCD laughed.
"When my boyfriend hears me....." Lynn paused. "You'll all regret locking me in here..... Especially that maniac." She hissed, throwing her body against the door. I assumed Lynn was referring to Max when she said maniac.
"Babe?"
"Oh shit, it's Josh... We gotta bolt." Quinn said.
Brianna dropped the key by the door and we ran back to my room.
"That went well." Max threw his hands in the air with victory.
We nodded, noticing the pounding had stopped.
"To be honest, I was hoping she'd cry." The girl with arachnophobia laughed.
"That would have been perfect." The boy with anxiety added with a chuckle.
I opened my Macbook and logging into my site.
"Writing a blog about today?" The boy with bi polar asked.
"Yup." I answered, focusing on my typing.

www.itsahardpilltoswallow.com
Well today; me, Moody, Spidergirl and Worry Wart made a couple of arch enemies. It started with N's grudge on Moody, so N set off Spidergirl's phobia. Then the guys had a basketball match, and Moody won. To get back at N, we triggered his girlfriend's phobia by locking her in a closet. Now there's a war on the go.
In other news, no AMIA soldiers or bounty hunters have found our safe house yet. What a bunch of losers hahahaha.
Ttyl,
Schitz.

I checked for errors and logged off. "It's been an eventful day." I chuckled to myself and climbed under the covers, falling asleep almost instantly.
Knock knock. "Zabby." Knock knock. "Zabby."
I rubbed my eyes. "Imma comin." I answered the door with a yawn.
Max, Bri and Q were standing in the doorway; huge grins on their faces. My best friend held a laptop.
"Why so early? And why so happy?" I asked with a slight chuckle.
"Becauseeeeeeeeeee." The boy with bi polar began. "You're going to love the link that is on a certain blog comment."
"Alrighty, let's go downstairs." I replied.
The girl with OCD clicked into the link. "It's an article about a protest against the AMIA." She said.
I gasped. "According to the news article, my blog helped fuel it."
The boy with anxiety nodded. "People blocked a convoy of AMIA trucks from entering downtown." He then frowned. "Of the seventy who showed up, fifteen were killed and twenty five were injured.."
"Oh..." I replied sadly.
"Buuut, the protestors won and the AMIA trucks didn't make it downtown." Max added with a smile.
"And mentally ill and mentally healthy people came together." Bri also added.
"That's good." I cracked a smile. "Speaking of Highbridge, I want to make a visit to the city."
"I don't think we are allowed to." Q replied, closing his computer.
"I want to check out the protest site, and see Zach. So I'm asking the manager tomorrow."
"Prepare to be disappointed." The boy with anxiety mumbled under his breath.
"We'll go permission or not." Max added, backing me up. Bri nodded too, and Q just shrugged.