Want You Back

10.

A/N: Thank you all so much for almost 500 reads! Alsooooo a big congrats to the new Royal couple!!! Their wedding today was magical omg I cried. Side-note: Im so sorry for the delay! I posted this a week ago or so but it was taken down and then I tried posting again and wattpad was being mean yesterday and kept kicking me off my account ughhh

Britney and Jameson were shouting at me, but none of that registered in my brain.

It all sounded like white noise; like raindrops pounding on the asphalt during a storm - I couldn't hear anything but noise. No voices, no words, nothing.

I pushed passed my security team and batted away Brit's concerned hands. Swiping my hotel key card from an assistant, I rushed to the elevator, closing the doors before anyone from my team could join me.

Alone at last.

I pressed my head against the elevator wall, squeezing my eyes shut and bracing my hands against the wall. The noise was still there, still blaring loudly against my eardrums. The elevator opened and an old woman made to get on, yet she froze when she noticed the state I was in.

"Dear, do you want me to call som-"

"Get out!" I shouted, sinking to the floor with my hands over my ears. The noise, I needed to drown out the noise.

The woman flinched and stepped away from the elevator, the doors closing on her surprised face as it began to ascend again.

I rocked back and forth on the floor, hands covering my ears as the noise increased, sounding more and more like a drumbeat, pounding in tune with the ache that had started between my eyes. The elevator dinged again, signalling my floor and I crawled out, fingers digging into the hallway carpeting, dragging my body out.

I managed to heave my body to just beside the elevator, barely escaping the closing doors. Leaning up against the wall, I brought my knees into my chest, breathing shallow and vision splotchy. The white noise was beginning to fade, but the then the voices started. They were screaming and crying; yelling and whispering; singing and laughing. I pressed my head between my knees, squeezing tightly, mumbling to myself. "Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop."

The flashbacks, they were flying across my closed lids. Flashing at me like a movie projector, drowning out my other senses.

Above all of the noise and voices, there was one that was louder than the others. A familiar voice, one that sounded more real than the ones in my head.

"Priscilla..?" I croaked, throat incredibly parched.

"Oh my god. Yeah, Brit, I have her here, go send Jameson for her pills. Quickly! Ask the hotel staff to put this floor on lockdown - no one up here except for Jasmine's team." Priscilla demanded, voice commanding.

Then she was here, crouched down in front of me and removing my hands from my ears. "Hey, Jasmine? Can you hear me? Hey, hey, breathe, c'mon. In for three, out for three, that's it." She soothed, stroking my hair.

I began to shake, my entire body trembling from head to toe. And the cold... I felt so cold. My teeth were chattering loudly, fingers twitching. Priscilla glanced down at my trembling hands and swore. "Fuck, Britney! Get Audrey on the phone! And Jameson, her pills!"

Jameson was there suddenly, a bottle of water and a pill container in hand. Priscilla snatched the pills from him, pulling out two and plying my mouth open, popping them in between my clattering teeth. "Good girl," she whispered, as Jameson poured water into my mouth, water dribbling down my chin. Priscilla wiped at my face and began to fan me - hot, now I was hot, I was burning up, it felt like I was being burned alive.