✿ Aileen's POV
Itʼs a bad dream. Itʼs a bad dream. It is a bad, bad dream.
But when I open my eyes and Iʼm still in the cellar, I immediately feel another wave of anxiety washing over me. The walls seem to close in, and the air begins to feel heavier. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.
“Okay, Lee, you can do this. Just try to breathe. There is air in here. Itʼs not Siriusʼ fault that his ball fell in here. Blame the earth and itʼs quaking. You got the ball, now breathe. Theyʼre going to get you out of here.”
I look around, trying to see if I can find another exit, but the cellar is dimly lit and filled with shelves of wine bottles. The musty smell fills my nostrils, making me feel even more trapped.
“I need to find a way out. I canʼt stay in here.”
But there is no other way. There are no windows I can crawl out of either.
“Lee?! Weʼre moving the bookcase okay? Weʼre going to get you out. Just breathe. Youʼre not going die. We wonʼt let you.”
Landon!
“Okay,” I whimper, clutching Siriusʼ ball close to me. “Hurry please.”
I close my eyes and press myself into the corner Iʼm now at. About two minutes later, I hear my name again.
“Lee, we moved it! Weʼre getting you out!”
I immediately get up and start walking up the small stairs, my footsteps echoing in the confined space. But as I reach the door and try to open it, itʼs locked.
“No, no, it canʼt be locked!” I scream.
“Lee?!”
“I have to get out of here! Please! Open the door!”
“Why the fuck is it locked?!” Reid bellows.
Oh my God!
My heart races, and I can feel the panic creeping in again. I try to control my breathing, but it becomes increasingly difficult.
“I can't breathe... I need to get out!” I start pounding on the door, hoping itʼd open somehow. “Please get me out! Open the door!”
My voice echoes through the cellar, and my fear intensifies, making tears well up in my eyes.
“I canʼt stay in here anymore. I canʼt! Please!” I jiggle the doorknob as fear consumes me completely. “I donʼt wanna die! Please get me out of here!”
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✿ Reid's POV
Claustrophobia?
So all the crap about not believing in shortcuts. Taking the stairs instead of the elevator. Open sky. Rolling down the windows in the car.
Itʼs really because sheʼs claustrophobic? God.
We finally moved the bookcase. And the stupid door just had to be locked.
As I stand outside the wine cellar, I can hear Aileenʼs cry for help grow louder and more desperate. My heart races with worry, and I know I need to find a way to free her as quickly as possible.
With determination in my eyes, I search for any tools or objects that could help me unlock the door. As I scan the area, my eyes land on a nearby toolbox. But Landon beats me to it and rushes over and opens it, hoping to find something useful.
He quickly grabs a sturdy crowbar, thinking it might be strong enough to break the lock. Holding it tightly, he approaches the door, ready to put all his strength into freeing Aileen.
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