7 Minutes ✧ Syndisparklez

Moving Day

"Hey!" Alice squealed, pulling Tom into a hug before he had the chance to knock on the door. "Come in, come in, make yourself at home."

"Thanks for letting us stay, Alice," Jordan smiled, dragging his bag behind him. I had to watch my step, to avoid kicking his luggage.

"Of course! I can't believe we didn't think of this earlier. And you must be Ingird, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, thanks for letting me tag along," I said sheepishly.

"My pleasure. Well, dinner is in the oven, if you guys are hungry. Tom and Jordan, you can have the guest bedroom, and Ingrid you can have my room-"

"No, that's okay, I can sleep on the couch or something."

"You're sure?"

"Yeah, that's no problem. Letting me stay here is gracious enough, you can keep your own room."

"Alright, if you insist. I'll get you some blankets," Alice scurried out of the room, searching for sheets.

"Well, this'll be fun," Tom mumbled, dropping his bag on the ground.

"Yeah, kinda like a sleepover or something."

"A sleepover that lasts a month, or however long till James and Oliver are locked up."

"It's not gonna take a month," I murmured under my breath.

"How do you know?"

"I just do, alright?"

~~How I Knew~~
I had devised a plan that guaranteed both James and Oliver would be dead by the end of the week.
Of course, they didn't know that.
Perhaps I should've told them.

"...So, maybe the four of us could catch a movie later tonight? Something fun for a change?" Jordan suggested.

"Yeah, I'd be down. Ingrid?"

~~A Definition~~
Panic Attack
An episode of acute intense anxiety, with symptoms such as pounding or racing heart, sweating, trembling or shaking, feelings of choking or smothering, chest pain, nausea, dizziness, feelings of unreality, and chills or hot flashes. Can be caused by an assortment of things, including fear, social isolation, emotional distress, and in this case, overwhelming surroundings.

"I don't know... Can we sit down?" I mummbled, my heartbeat seemed to increase in speed as the seconds went by.

"Yeah, are you alright?"

"'M fine. Just dizzy."

The thought of casually walking around town, while our past-captors were on the loose just rubbed me the wrong way. It was like dangling a sirloin steak in front of a tiger who hasn't eaten for two weeks. It was dangerous.

"Dinner's ready!"

And just like that, the conversation was over. It was decided. We would do something tomorrow. In public.