The End of An Era

Isabella PTSD

You got in the shower when you got back, then went to the buffet. Surprisingly, you were the only one in the cast that was down there. You took the first bite of your food. There was a high pitched voice in the distance. It was a female.

"Oh, Tommy! You're wonderful. How did I get so lucky with you?" the voice said.

It sounded like Isabella. Thankfully, it wasn't. The happy couple walked by past you. You shook your head and blinked your eyes.

The memories of Isabella were playing your head. You saw Thomas, Will, and Kaya coming in the corner of your eye. You put the thoughts of Isabella in the back of your mind and continued eating.

"What's this? A lovely lady dining alone? May we join you for dinner? "Thomas asked.

"Be my guest." you said.

Thomas kisses your cheek, then they went to the buffet. They came back with their meals five minutes later.

"Oh, y/n. Kat and Nathalie went to the outlet mall today and they found a spa kit. How about a girls night?" Kaya offered.

"That sounds relaxing. Filming has been hitting me hard." you said, rubbing your aching neck.

"At least we're not strung upside down." Thomas commented.

"Yeah, that's true." you said.

After dinner, you and Kaya went up to Kat's room.

"Hey girls. You ready?" Kat asked.

"Oh heck yeah." you said.

"Wait! The three of us can't paint our nails." Rosa pointed out.

"That's okay. You guys can paint your toenails. We also have facial masks, a back massager, and essential oils." Kat explained.

All of you put the facial masks on your faces. You sat down on the couch. Nathalie painted your toes with pink nail polish, while Kat rubbed your shoulders with a lavender essential oil.

After all of you did one of everything, you all sat on the couch and watched TV.

"Well, I'm gonna call it a night." you said.

"Okay, girl. Good night." Kat said.

"Good night." you said.

You changed into your pajamas and got into bed. You heard a voice out in the hallway. It sounded like that woman from the buffet walking down the hall. When you closed your eyes, you saw Isabella, then a memory of that incident came back. You shot straight up in your bed.

"No, no, no. This can't be happening. I don't care what time it is. I need Thomas." you whispered.

You walked down the hall to his room.

You were hesitant, but you knocked on the door. A sleepy Thomas opened it.

"Y/n? It's late." he said.

"Something's wrong." you said.

"What? Come in here." he said, letting you into his room.

You both sat down on the sofa.

"What's wrong?" Thomas asked.

"I'm having flashbacks of that incident with Isabella." you explained.

"What? How?" he questioned.

"I think it's because we're about to film the capture scene tomorrow." you explained.

"Well, it's just acting. It's not real." Thomas said.

"I know, but it feels like PTSD or something." you said.

"If you don't feel comfortable to do the scene, maybe you can talk to Wes about it." Thomas said.

"Maybe. But, he's the director and I'm the actress. I have to do what the script says. I don't want to let him down or make him mad at me." you said.

"Love, look at me." Thomas said, cupping your face. "Wes will not make you do something if you're not comfortable. You can never let him or anyone else down. You hear me?"

"Okay." you said.