One Chance

Chapter 17 - The Truth

This is a warning. A trigger warning. I put my own experience in this chapter. You'll understand, but if you have had any problems medical, or not, about depression, anxiety or such, please read at your own pace.

Megan's POV

I had to get Sean out of the house. I needed to talk to Mark. I had gotten a notebook and pen earlier, from where I have no idea. I started instantly writing: My dad texted me. And I was in the middle of reading it when someone came and attacked me. That's when Sean found me unconscious. But when I woke up in the bed, my phone was ringing. It was my dad. He's escaped and trying to find me. I'm scared..
I showed Mark, but I couldn't sit still. What's happening? I really hope its not a panic attack... I've had some before. "Hey, hey Megan! Look at me!" Mark said shaking me. "Your going to be okay. I'm going to go get your phone, then-" mark started to get a call. "I'll be right back." He said answering. It was probably the surprise for his fans. He came back and set my phone down. The was w note attached as I looked up. He walked out. I slowly picked up the note.
Its the police. Their talking about the jail break. Your safe here, I'll be back. Stay here and watch videos, or you can finish the editing.
I don't want him gone. I need someone. It started. My phone. Vibrating, moving on the table. I looked but instantly shot back. The same number was dialing. My dad. My palms began to get sweaty and I looked around me for something comforting, yet I was greeted by emptiness once again and a strange feeling that the walls were closing in on me. I gasped for breath as I tried to help myself to my feet, toppling over and falling flat on the floor before I could gain any balance. What was happening to me?

I tried to steady my breathing but I was panicking to much, everything felt so cold and lonely, the walls were inching in closer by the second and I swear the air in the room was leaving before I could breath any of it in.

It stopped. The dialing. Him trying to call. Though I couldn't stop this feeling.

I dragged myself across the floor over to my phone mashing the buttons until I managed to unlock it, blinking rapidly to relive myself from the white spots. I clicked any random number in my contacts, and held the phone up to my ear, tucking my knees in and closing my eyes, blocking out the darkness around me.

"Hello?"

"Please-Please help me- I'm begging you, please I don't know what's happening, please." I begged trying to catch my breath between sobs. It was something I hadn't felt before, everything felt so uninviting and dark, like there was no room for me to breath or move. I knew I was alone and this was one of the worse things for me, I couldn't control my breathing as much as I tried, I was constantly gasping for air. My body was trembling and my palms were sweating, it was uncontrollable and I was scared - so, so scared. This wasn't something I experienced before. I didn't feel safe. I felt cold and alone, trapped and scared, clueless and vulnerable. I cried out for help, slowly losing my voice. Getting quiet, and more quiet. I called out one last time.

But nobody came