hostage | - dod sequel • completed ✓

19

Sasha's P.O.V -

Numb. Numbness is all that I have been feeling.

Dark circles take their place of pride under my eyes and the lady at the grocery mart has her place of pride in my heart, as she's been gladly allowing me to visit the store anytime for my ice cream tub refills, with no judgement.

Boston, home.

Mom is working late tonight, she won't be attending RAW. Maybe that's a good thing.

I don't even recognize me. And my mom, being the sensitive woman that she is, can't handle seeing me like this.

I adjust my hoodie and walk inside the venue for tonight.

The hallways are busy and it scares me. Anxiety blooms in my core as my eyes bounce off of every corner of the room.

The Man is in the building.

-And so is the Lone Wolf.

Plus of course every person who you've been forced to isolate yourself from over the past few months.

You're gonna be drowning in their questions.

About Seth, Baron.

My heart is pounding, my throat is closing, I can't do this. There is just no way.

You're gonna see one of them tonight.

I gasp for air and run out of the building.

I go as far as my legs can take me and eventually find a vacant alleyway near the parking lot.

I go in to this small bit of privacy and sink to my knees, hyperventilating and letting my tears fall freely.

Numb? My ass.

I'm hurt, so beyond destroyed.

I can't get either of them out of my head. Both for relatively bad reasons.

Oh my god just the thought of them, of him. His harsh words. Oh and Baron. His absurd outburst punishment, the look of fear in his eyes.

Fuck fuck fuck...

I start repetitively gasping for a small bit of the thin air around me but I can't seem to calm myself down.

God help me. I feel like I'm gonna fade out.

I haven't had a panic attack like this since, well since I met Zahra.

I start to cough and gag, my oxygen betraying my body. My shallow hyperventilation a mist of hope and hell.

I feel dizzy. Light headed. The walls of the alley ways are spinning.

"No no no no no no."

I clutch my head in my hands and rest my forehead against my knees as I rock back and forth.

This is my breakdown.

Another release I've been needing as I haven't cried for two days.