Never Over

Chapter One: Isolation

This is the second story I have ever written. I really hope you guys like it and let me know what you think about it.

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I was running farther and farther into the deep and dark forest trying my best to get away from the shadowy figure chasing behind. My lungs were burning for the need of air, and my legs wanting to stop but my brain begging them not to. I could hear their footsteps catching up to me knowing it's a matter of time before I'm caught. Must go faster, I silently urged my legs to do. It felt like my lungs were practically bursting into flames from the speed up. The moisture from the fog surrounding the forest was making my eyes water and blurring my vision. The person finally caught me grabbing my shirt roughly pulling me backwards causing me to fall right on my back to the ground.

I awoke screaming while sitting up with racing eyes scanning my room and a fast beating heart trying to escape my chest. I place both palms of my hands in the centre of my chest trying to calm down, slowly allowing my breathing to return back to normal speed. That's the method my first therapist taught me when I was in rehab for two years. I look over at my clock to see its 6am. I through my blanket off placing my feet on the ground then head into my bathroom. I got into the shower letting the water run over me while thoughts such as, 'Will these night terrors ever go away?' 'Will I ever fall back into my old life again?' 'Do I have a life to go back to?' Questions like these race around my brain 24/7. The same time I reach over for the soap my phone rings causing me to jump a little. I have a pretty good idea whose calling since no one else has my number. So I don't bother getting out of the shower to answer allowing it to go straight to voicemail.

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"Jordan....I know your home. I called Ms Little she told me you're not going to your sessions. You shouldn't be missing them, you know that. Call me back alright?" He hangs up and shortly after I came out reaching for my towel wrapping it around me. Give me a break Trevor I thought as I search for clothes to throw on. After the tragedy as most people called it or one of the biggest crimes in history the media portrayed it, happened my parents checked me into rehab which I stayed for two years taking the treatments they gave me. I was cold, distant, isolated and depress with thoughts of suicide. I had panic attacks so many times while I was in there. One of the therapists told me to do that method and it should help ease the attacks. My parents came by often to visit me but I refuse to see them. The guilt kept eating me alive and it would only get worse if I saw them. Finally when I was signed as well enough to check out that's exactly what I did, but eventually the signs of isolation, distance and depression reveled itself once again and I had to make a deal with Trevor. My options were to either check back into rehab or go to therapy sessions every day. Realizing I would have more freedom not in rehab I chose the sessions. I probably only went about three times maybe and haven't been back in a long time. Trevor is my childhood best friend who happens to be my manager sign to the company call Harden Record Label also known as HRL. I'm a singer/actress obviously under the same label record. Before the tragedy happened I released an album and acted in one film, and because of those I became quite popular rather quickly which I was grateful for. It was my goal after all. Trevor knows me better than I know myself really. It wasn't easy on him either when it happened. He hates the fact that I keep it all to myself. I through on a black hoody with matching sweatpants along with a black cap on my head before placing the hoody over it. I walk to my front door looking through the peephole before unlocking the four different locks I have on it. After locking the front door behind me I quickly made my way towards my car placing my shades on before any of the neighbors' emerge from their houses. I live in a pretty secure gated community so I feel somewhat safe. Office Smith who's handling the case insisted I stay in some kind of witness protection but I past on that option besides I never saw the person's face that did it to make me count as a witness. All I could identify was that the person was a male. Even though there are high chances he might come after me again, which is why I'm living here instead. There are two security guards at each ends of the gate in their security booths. Each person living in here is given a key card that allows you in and out of the gate freely. If any visitors came by you would have to tell the securities you know the person at the gate and let them in or the securities already know who they are and who they're coming to visit. I swipe my card then waited for the gate to open allowing me to continue my journey. I have no idea where I'm going truly, just thought why not go for a drive. I came to a stop at a red light. The breeze begins to pick up blowing the trees and some of the leaves took off in the wind. Some of the leaves that were on the side walk started swirling around like a whirlpool. I notice now that I'm the only one at this light, in fact I'm the only one on this street. My heartbeats start to quicken beating so loud it's the only thing I could hear in my inner ear. I started gasping for air like I'm having an asthma attack, but I'm actually having a panic attack. I tried the method again but it felt like it wasn't working this time. I press gas speeding off before the light changes, while reaching over to go into my glove compartment grabbing my pills (Serax) and popping two into my mouth. I was given these while in rehab and was told after leaving I no longer needed them. I however feel like I still do so I continue to take them. I don't have any water with me so I swallow them down with my saliva. I tighten my grip onto the steering wheel to the point where my knuckles are turning pale, waiting for them to dissolve helping me to calm down. Slowly my arms stop shaking and my panic attack feels like its fading away allowing me to return back to my somewhat normal state. Before I knew it I'm pulling into HRL parking lot. I head into the company quickly flashing my ID to the security then head straight to Trevor's office. He's not in here, probably in a meeting or something. I walk over to his desk sitting in his chair and began spinning in it wondering why I'm here. The office door opens and he walks in stopping when he spots me.