Doubt

Chapter 12

{TW: Panic Attack}

"Are you alright?" Elliot said once I hopped into their small, run-down car.
"Yeah, I just," I finally am able to stop, "Just go."
"Virge-" they start, but my hearing grows quiet.
My thoughts, actions and heart rate finally sets in as I freeze up. He was going to hurt you. You could've died. You were so dumb. You left him alone. You ran away. Scaredy cat. My heart is racing a mile a minute along with my head. The one time they work together.
I feel like I'm in this state for years until I feel something on my feet. I look up and see hands out towards me. Grabbing them, my senses clear slowly and I hear a person say, "Virgil, Breathe. Deep breaths."
I try my best to follow what the other says as I force my eyes shut. After a few deep breaths, or maybe just simple breathing for me, "now identify three objects in the vicinity."
I open my eyes slowly to a more cleared vision and the first words out of my mouth are, "glasses."
The person in front of me nods as I nod to the car, "the-uh-the dashboard."
"Good, One more." The person states calmly.
I look down and see the bundle of assorted bracelets on his wrists along with a silver wrist watch, "colorful bracelets."
I notice him look at them as well and grumble something about them before clearing his throat, "Great. Now on a scale from 1 to 10; where is your anxiety?"
"A five?" I state as my vision is fully clear to a chocolate haired, silvery eyed man in front of me.
"You," I mumble and pull my hands away, "you helped me at the hospital."
"Yes. I certainly did." He steps away and adjusts his glasses, "would you like to settle inside now?"
"Please?"
"Of course."

Sitting on their couch, I hear Elliot mumble with the other two in the kitchen behind me. I try to ignore the whispers, but my jittering knee said otherwise. Their voices were just too quiet for my ears to hear.
"So," the steely eyed man came back and sat a little away from me, "were you hurt? I heard that you ran away from your, uhm, roommate?"
"It's complicated-" I started before I heard footsteps storm down the hall.
The caramel haired boy produced the loud footsteps before he slammed a door behind him. "Oh don't mind him," the man beside me puts his hand on my knee before quickly pulling it away, "he gets very...dramatic sometimes, but go on."
I look at my hands and twiddle my thumbs. "Damien is a good guy-really he is! It's just...Deceit. Deceit isn't. He's very protective and impulsive and willing to do what he needs to get what he wants. It just so happens that Deceit got very...protective tonight.
"He didn't want me talking to that pizza man, but I don't know him. Well, I don't know a lot of things right now. He then pinned me to a wall. Somehow, I escaped and called Elliot. They picked me up and now here I am."
The other nodded, but his eyes didn't seem focused in the present. He seemed more in his mind as I noticed that it was quiet in the room. I looked over to Elliot and the other glasses wearing man.
Elliot looked back at me and signified me to tap the guy sitting beside me. I followed what he mimicked. The other blinked and cleared his throat, "Ah, sorry. Well, you are safe here since Elliot told Patton that his dorm room is full."
Patton. The name flashed in mind, showing me the fuzzy computer screen that was in my dream. It had cleared to show his name, Patton Emerson. I know him.
"Oh, okay," I hesitated and squinted slightly in fear, "Logan...?"
He blinked and nodded, "Yes. That's me, Logan Adams."
I remember him from the dream too. He was also emailing me. It was about what though...? I was packing my things. Moving. "This is my apartment with you guys," I blurted quickly before scratching my head a bit.
"Yes, your room is on the first one on the right," Logan stated as he got up, "make yourself at home, Virgil."
"Thank you," I got up and made my way to the room, looking around the apartment to jog my memory.
Suddenly, I'm bumped into by the last guy. I almost fall from the force but he catches me.
"Roman Williams," I gasp out.
I watch his lips curl into a warm smile.