Chapter two: Panic

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"Number eight?" Allison asked calmly.
I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I'm going to die.
The horrifying thought was bouncing and racing around in my brain, getting louder and louder.
"Number eight!" Diego said sternly.

IM GOING TO DIE IM GOING TO DIE IM GOING TO DIE. I thought.
It overwhelmed me. Death was my worst fear. Worst. Tears steaming down my face, I sprinted to the court yard. I tumbled over, catching myself on the bench. Being over, I held my chest trying to breath.
Another panic attack. 

  I Thought to myself. Along with the reoccurring dreams, came  panic attacks. I turned around, seeing number five standing there. The same, worried look in his eyes. This was why. He knew of my fear. He knew this would happen. I burst out crying and fell into his arms.

   He sat me down on the bench. And I cried into his shoulder. He rested his head on mine, stroking my shoulder. It was soothing.

  "Number eight..." he said softly. "Don't...call me... that" I choked up. "Y/n." He corrected himself. I wiped my tears, and looked up at him. He brushed a another tear away, giving me a caring loving look. I love his caring, loving side. I really do. But his main side is serious and stern, witch I've grown to love still. "I know it's hard." He explained. " but we need to go back inside." Five said. "This is really important y/n. You really need to know what's going on in order to survive." He told me.
"I understand five. I'll be back in in a minute." I said, tying my hair up into a messy bun, wiping the wet away from my red cheeks. He gave me a soft smile, stood up and left.

   Vanya came out. Ah Vanya. Vanya was my only sister I really knew as my, well, sister. "Hey." She said. "Are you ok?" She said calmly sitting down beside me.
"I don't want to die Vanya." I choked up, talking about it made me cry again.
"Hey y/n..." she said hugging me tightly. Vanya gave the best hugs.
"You won't die. I promise you. You won't." She told me, holding my hands and looking into my eyes.
"Our family will make sure of it." She smiled, obviously fake, just trying to lighten the mood. 
"Ok...ok." I said, standing up taking a deep breath.
"I can do this right?" I asked her.
"Your a Hargreeves. Of course you can do this." She told me assuringly. I smiled and we walked to the living room. All eyes were on me. Uh oh.

    "Okay guys, I'm fine." I tried to smile, and everyone could tell I was trying my best. "Okay." Diego said calmly. "These people are by the names of Hazel and Cha-Cha. They will stop at nothing to-" Diego looked at me, stopping mid sentence. "To hurt you two." He nodded at Allison. She did back. It felt good to think that they cared about me. "Y/n." Five said. "You can do this correct." He asked. "Of course, yes I can. I'm not afraid." I said, straightening my pastor slightly. "Okay great." He said, with a proud look on his face. I noticed it and crinkled my nose at him.
  
    "Anyone want a cup of coffee?" He asked, pouring himself some. That's one of the many things we both had in common. Coffee. "Yes," I said, leaning my hands on the table. "Black." We both synced at the same time. We softly laughed and sat down. "We are going to go find Klaus, he disappeared when y/n was in the court yard." Allison said, annoyed.
 

    "Check the corner store, he usually steals shit from there." Five said, taking a sip of his coffee. They all smirked, and left. Five took a sip of his coffee, and fixated his gaze onto me. I felt his stare and looked up. He placed his hands onto mine. "Y/n.." he said looking into my eyes. "You don't have to be scared. Not when your with me." He said in a loving voice. "I wont let anyone hurt you." He told me. "Your always safe with me." I smiled. "That's what I really needed to hear Five." I thanked him. "Thank you." I smiled. He looked at my lips. After what felt like forever he began to lean in.
What's going on??? What's he doing???? I thought. I didn't know how to react. What is he thinking!

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