Are You Afraid of Musicals?

Chapter 7.6(2): Inevitable

(Continuation of last chapter, remember to comment, vote and enjoy!)

Gina's pov:

-Hey Gabby, wait!- I call, starting to run to be able to catch her and rushing down the hallway faster than I've ever had before, taking the turn she took barely a few seconds after her and watching her heading to the front door of the building.

-Hey, hey, stop.- I tell her the moment I finally manage to reach her, grabbing her arm softly, but she doesn't even acknowledge my presence. She keeps walking forward without even looking at me, her determined gaze fixed in the doors as if nothing else existed.

So I do the only thing I can do, take a few larger and faster steps to position myself in front of her, effectively blocking her way and making her stop before colliding with me.

-Slow down, ok?- I tell her softly but firmly as I lock my eyes on hers, but she's not able to hold my gaze for long.

Her eyes jump from mine to something behind me, probably the exit doors, as she shifts foot to foot, unable to stop fidgeting, unable to stay put, and I anticipate what she's going to do even before she takes the first step.

-No, no. We have to go right now, Gina, we...- She immediately starts as she tries to push past me, but stopping when I press my palm lightly against her chest, holding her in place without force as I nod.

She doesn't need to mention the hospital for me to know that there's exactly where she's bolting to, it's not the first time she gets a little anxious and asks if we can go, but what worries me is that this is different.

Far different.

Because there's this raw urgency in her voice, as if she thought that if she doesn't leave right this moment something awful is going to happen... and I think I know what that is.

-Okay, okay. We need to go. Got it.- I say, telling her what she wants to hear and making her see that I understood her, keeping my voice soft, careful, just like I always do when she's about to start spiraling.

Because even if she doesn't notice it, she's been on the edge since yesterday.

-But let's breathe first, okay? Let's just... go back to class and...- I keep going when I see her calm down with my previous words, but the moment the new sentence leaves my mouth, all her nervousness returns at full force.

-What? No. No, Gina, please don't do that. I'm fine. I'm fine, okay?- She tells me, but she looks everything but fine right now.

I don't want to say it, I hate to say it, but she's being... paranoid. Because she's frustrated, I know she's frustrated that I'm not fully listening to her but... is she listening to herself?

Is she aware of how her eyes keep darting to the door? How she's not able to stop fidgeting? How she keeps insisting in something that sounds like madness?

-You don't seem fine...- I tell quietly, unable to hide my worry and trying to hopefully make her see that with her behavior, she's just proving to me that she's in fact, not ok.

But as if my words had ignited something deep inside her, I barely can finish my sentence before she finally breaks.

-Because she wants to fucking kill her! God!- She almost shouts, loud, raw, frustrated; leaving me speechless for a second as her words echo down the empty hall.

I thought that after sleeping on it she would calm down a little, see things with perspective, accept that maybe she had heard wrong and her anxiety was taking the best of her... but there's no changing her mind.

-Gabby...- I say her name carefully, unable to hide my worry but hoping that she can realize for herself how what she just said sounds, but she steps back, shaking her head, pacing like a trapped animal until she stops dead to speak.