7 Minutes ✧ Syndisparklez

Home

The air conditioning in my car hummed quietly, as I neared my driveway. The neighborhood was still, completely quiet. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

I unlocked my doors, hurrying towards the front porch. Cold keys fumbled in between my fingers as I unlocked the front door, stepping inside.

I'm fine.

Turning on the nearest television, I listened in as the story unfolded about two mystery men, on the loose for revenge. Using my house phone, I reluctantly called Ethan to tell him I made it home safe.

No answer.

Called again.

Nothing but an empty dial tone.

This time, I called Jordan.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Jordan... I made it home safe."

"Thank god, Tom and I were worried about you."

"How is Tom? He had a gun while I was over there, and-"

"Oh, Ethan's got a gun too. Everyone seems to have them except us. That seems unfair, right?"

"Uh, yeah..." The bulky metal in my pocket reminded me that I was lying. Typical.

"When are you coming back?"

"Um... I don't know. Ethan's giving me the silent treatment right now, so, it could be a while."

"Yeah, Ethan and Tom are talking right now... I don't know what they're talking about though."

"I don't think they're going to let us know much, Jordan. They'll claim it's for our own good."

"Ingrid."

"Yeah?"

"I'm scared. I wanna go back home."

"To the United States?"

"Yeah... I don't feel safe in Tom's house, cause James knows where it is."

~~An Observation~~
Jordan Maron has chosen flight.
I can't blame him, I did too at first. But things have changed.

"Ingrid?" Jordan quietly whispered, "What if we flew to the United States until this is all figured out?"

Swallowing a huge lump in my throat, I weighed my options. Move to the colonies, and let someone else do the work... Could be nice. However, there's always a chance they never get caught, or they could move to the U.S. to follow us.

Stay here and kill them... Risk getting hurt, but once they're dead, they're dead for good. No more nightmares, no more PTSD, no more fear.

"I don't think that's our best option right now, Jordan..."

"But I don't feel safe here, I'm afraid James is gonna bust open the door any second and- a-nd-"

"Jordan?"

~~A Psychological Disorder~~
PTSD: (Post-traumatic stress disorder) Is a mental health condition that's triggered by a terrifying event — either experiencing it or witnessing it. Symptoms may include flashbacks, nightmares and severe anxiety, as well as uncontrollable thoughts about the event.

~~Fun Fact~~
Jordan Maron was now reliving his own personal hell. Simply watching a man outside in a hooded jacket dragged him into a terrible memory. In his mind, he was no longer in Tom's house. He was a few blocks away, being beaten until unconscious, only to be thrown into a car. A car that would lead him to a waking nightmare.
It's really quite odd to see someone witness a flashback. Not to be offensive; however, I lost most sense of feeling quiet a long time ago, so can you blame me?
When experiencing a flashback, the victim can't move. They're almost paralyzed. They usually can't speak, however in some cases, such as Jordan's, they'll continuously repeat the last word they were saying. They may scream, sweat, cry, eventually, when the flashback is over, they will fight the air in attempt to swat away their past.
Interesting, how the human mind works.

"Jordan?" I could head distressed mumbled from the other line. I knew what this was. "Jordan, listen to me, it's not real!"

"and-a-and"

"Jordan!"

It was no use. He would never hear me, he was somewhere else.

He's so broken.

Just like me.