Performed songs: Say by John Mayer (technically not really performed but...)
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Inspired songs: Say by John Mayer, Home by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes, For Forever performed by Ben Platt
It was only when she was in an elevator did she notice something was wrong. That the shooting- the incident was going to leave more of a hold than it should.
As the doors slid shut and she pressed the button, she could feel the elevator lurch up, and then the lights flickered.
It spooked Violet at first, but then she thought nothing of it.
And then there was a sudden loud noise, a bang.
The lights flickered again.
She jumped. Her heart beat wildly in her chest. She pressed down her fear, trying to swallow it down as she felt like the walls were closing in, like she was trapped in the closet with nowhere to run.
The dead silence before the closet door opened and she was met with one loud burst of gunfire. That terror waiting for the ball to drop.
She felt like she was back there.
"Open the door," she muttered, reaching for the button and pressing it multiple times. "Open it."
The space felt too small, too tight, her footsteps muffled by the carpeted floor in the elevator. The walls were closing in, like the closet. Her heart hammered in her chest and her breathing sped up.
"No," Violet said, suddenly, hand reaching out to steady herself against the wall. "No, no, no, no..."
Everything was coming in, everything was squeezing. She was trapped, trapped, trapped and she could not breathe. The air felt thick around her and every breath felt like it had not enough oxygen and she needed out.
She grabbed her phone but it slipped out of her hands as she slowly sank to the floor, unable to contain herself.
She needed out, she needed out, she needed out- everything felt like it was squeezing her, the space too small as she curled up in the furthest corner of the elevator away from the door, hands behind her head as she tried to breathe, but she could not.
I need out, I need out, I need out- let me out, let me out- don't- don't!
Her phone buzzed with a message from the Operation: Frickle Frackle group.
But right now all she could think of was spewed apologies, messed up confessions, crying, trying so hard to say what she needed to say-
She needed to breathe. She needed more air.
The elevator was still going.
Air- I need air.
She felt dizzy. Everything was coming in. The doors were going to open anytime now, and she would face that barrel again, and again as she cried and pleaded for forgiveness because she was such an idiot...
She squeezed her eyes shut, and it felt like she was plunged into the darkness of the closet. Everything was dark, everything was thick and heavy and-
"Violet?"
- it was all so angry and miserable and so, so cruelly lonely and frightening and she was so scared and- and she needed help.
"Help me..." she rasped. "Help me, helpmehelpme..."
She did not dare open her eyes, for fear what she would see was the bore of the barrel.
"Listen to my voice, okay?"
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Memory Lane
Teen Fiction"The truth hurts, memories definitely hurt but we all still try to hold onto them. Maybe one day it'll be okay. It's not okay now, but we will get through this. We will get through all of this, like we've done before." Meet the strange cast of a wac...
