The Cry of Amelia

Scared

Amelia's POV

No. No. No.
This can't be happening. I'm trapped, there's no way to get out. I sunk to the floor, tears in my eyes. It's happening all over again. I rocked my self, trying to use my usual method of calming down. It didn't work.
I screamed again, this time out of anger and not fear. I thought that life was going good for once. Why is it always me? I hyperventilated, struggling to breathe. I screamed again, feeling as if I were drowning. Above me I could hear voices, below me as well. It only made me feel more trapped, like I was being held underwater by weights. Suddenly, I heard a clear voice, above all the others. "What's happened?" asked Xavier.
"The lady from 65 is stuck in the elevator. Stupid if you ask me."
"Don't. Don't call her stupid." growled Xavier.
I started to hyperventilate faster. Words moulded together until I just couldn't hear anything. I couldn't breathe, couldn't hear and I couldn't see as there were no lights. I felt myself losing consciousness until I dropped onto the floor.

Xavier's POV
A loud thud resonated through the halls and gasps were obvious. Shit. She might've fainted.
"Shit guys she's claustrophobic. Really bad. Someone call the fire department." I said, breathing harder and running my hands through my hair. The dumb bitch can't even keep herself out of trouble for an hour. Stupid. So fucking stupid. I stormed back into my room. Then I realised. I don't like her. This is not my concern. Yeah, I don't have to deal with her. I'll just sit back and relax and scroll through insta and
Her.
I looked at the pictures but I only see her. She's on my mind and I hate it so so much. She's probably in pain right now and for some strange unknown reason it's hurting me. Fuck this dumb bitch and her stupid self and how she can't just stay safe for once. Ugh. The sound of sirens alerted me as I tried to sleep. He heard them shouting and gasps coming from the halls. Getting two pillows, he covered his ears and tried to sleep, hoping that the nightmares wouldn't return

The next day

Xavier went to look for Amelie in hopes of getting more brownies. He opened her door finding her house unusually empty. He walked into her room, suspecting that she was just asleep. She wasn't there either. He left her room and shut her door, going to his other neighbour. Knocking twice, he waited patiently for the middle aged woman to open the door. When she did, he smiled and asked, "Have you seen Amelie, the girl in number 65?"
Her face went solemn and she talked lowly. "Didn't you see? She was taken to the hospital by ambulance. She wasn't breathing for almost 5 minutes. Her oxygen levels were incredibly low."
My heart almost stopped right there.
I hot-tailed it out of there, getting into my car and heading to St. Mary's hospital.
If she's hurt I swear to god I'm going to kill the cleaner. Wait no. I don't like her. Why am I like this. Fuck. I just need to get to her.
I went into the waiting room and demanded to see her. I was stopped by some slutty nurse who wouldn't let me go. That was not about to run. "Listen here if you don't tell me where the fuck she is I will make sure you'll never walk again. And not in the good way."
She gulped and pointed to the direction of the rooms and told me room 453.

Amelia's POV

Dark. It was so dark. Multiple noises were swirling around my head,clouding my mind and giving me a headache. I was panicked, free-falling and I was about to crash. A loud beeping noise grew louder and louder and I groaned in discomfort. My eyes shot open. I was met with amber eyes that seemed to swirl like sand mixing with water. He came closer to me, shushing me and being oddly sweet. He grabbed my arms, telling me to breathe and oddly, it was working. I clasped onto his shirt, trying to hold onto him for as long as I could. He smelt like burnt wood, he smelt like mint and he smelt like... rain. I felt relaxed and sank back down into my pillows. Rain. He smelt like rain.

Xavier's POV

She was panicked, her heart monitor going crazy. Her chocolate eyes met mine. She looked crazed, frantic for help, I needed to do something. I shushed her in an attempt to calm her down. Trying to keep her sane. I went closer to her, holding onto and rubbing her arms. She grabbed my shirt, taking a big breath in, like she was trying to hold onto me. Her grip faltered, then her eventually letting go and falling down onto the bed. Her heart rate was even, she looked almost angelic.
Wait, no. I don't fucking like her. She almost got someone dear to me thrown in jail. No one fucks with my friends. No more conflicting feelings, she is dead to me. Sighing, I ran my hands through my hair and ran to the car park. I climbed in and slammed the door. Sighing and growling at the world, I started my car and headed to my apartment complex. As I drove on the motorway, I took deep breaths, wondering whether or not I should pull over and calm down from all the thought racing through my mind or whether I should just get home. Deciding on the latter, I step on the accelerator and drive furiously until he came across the familiar road across from his new university.
She really had fucked up his world. First, she said that she was sexually abused by the nicest man alive, making my father not trust him around me and my siblings anymore. Then, she almost got me kicked out of school when she told about me locking her in the cleaner's cupboard. I only did it cause she wanted to insist that Mr Ian was a liar and she was embarrassing herself as well as one of my oldest family friends. And now, she's fucking up my head with her fucking adorable ass that I'm supposed to fucking hate. Shit. I've been sitting in my car for too long. Turning off the engine, I shout at the top of my lungs. I shout and it's full of anger, pain, fear. I climb out of my car and get into the apartment complex. Climbing the 16 flights of stairs, I open my door and flop onto my bed. Today has been too fucking much.

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