Make Quiet Things Heard

Chapter 2 : Are You Crazy? (Ep. 1|Part 2)

Landon's POV

I wake up and find myself laying on a cot in one of the rooms in the cellar. I immediately begin to panic when I see the cast iron bars on the doors and I waste no time trying to rattle the door open with no success. I start to hyperventilate as I thrust into memories of my childhood trauma. I look up at the ceiling before closing my eyes and trying to control my shaky breaths, I am on the verge of a panic attack as a result of the triggered flashbacks of my childhood trauma. After a moment, Hope appears outside of the locked door.

"Landon..." Hope greets me. I was relieved to see her, and I rush to her. "Hope! Can you get me out of here?" I ask her. Hope looks at me sympathetically and shakes her head.
"Not yet. But you're not a prisoner here, I promise." she tells me I look at her thinking she has lost her mind.
"I'm in a witch dungeon!"
"It's a werewolf transition space"
"Super." I sarcastically reply. I try to get control over my breathing as I clench and open my shaking hands.
"I'm not so good with, you know... small spaces." I inform her.

"We won't keep you here long. No one expected you couldn't be compelled." she replies, trying to calm me down.
"I don't even know what that means!" I shouted at her. Hope explains further
"Mg tried to erase your memories of this place, but it didn't work." I couldn't help but laugh incredulously.
"So now what? I'm a hostage? Where's Rafi?" I ask. "He's fine. You're fine, too." she patiently replies. It is obvious that I don't believe this, so Hope tries to explain what is going on.

"Look, compulsion doesn't work on people who take this herb called vervain. The town sheriff sometimes slips it into the coffee at the gas station we were at this morning. It takes about a day to pass through your system, but you just have to wait it out." she explains.
" Sure. Yeah, no big deal. Yeah, I'll just sit here alone in the witch dungeon with my thoughts." I say sarcastically
" Would you... I mean, could you... wait it out with me?" I ask genuinely.
" I'm really sorry about all of this... But it was nice to see you again." she tells me.

Josie's POV

Lizzie and I are continuing to show Rafael around the school's campus. We are now at the sports fields, where the students are playing an intricate game. Half of the crowd watching the match is booing while the other half is cheering. The three of us walk toward the stands and me and Lizzie explain the game to Rafael.
"Alyssa Chang made a broom fly in physics last year, but Rick Rogers fell thirty feet during practice, so real-life Quidditch remains an elusive pipe dream. It's called Wickery. My parents invented it when we were ten." Lizzie explains to Rafael.

I split up with Lizzie and Rafael rushing over to sit next to my friend, MG, while Lizzie's staying with Rafael as the two sit on the front bench to watch the game. "Hey." I greeted.
"Yo. Giving up dibs on the new guy so quickly?" Mg asks me. I am not thrilled about it, but I put on a fake smile to force myself to be okay with my choice.
"It's not a competition. Plus, I'm still nursing a wounded soul."
"Hmmm... Penelope Park?"
"We don't mention her name anymore, remember?" I say. "Sorry." Mg chuckles.

Me and Mg look over at Lizzie and Rafael; Rafael is watching the game with interest while Lizzie, is looking nervous, sitting beside him. MG does not seem very happy about the sight of them together. "Do you think he'll go for her?" he asks. "Probably. They usually do." I reply. Mg has always had a crush on Lizzie and everyone knows it except for her. Over on the other end of the stands, Lizzie starts to talk to Rafael with a sympathetic expression.

They start to talk and Lizzie looks nervous, while Rafael is unnerved by whatever they were talking about. Their conversation has gone the opposite direction in which Lizzie intended, and Rafael looks both angry and tired. Rafael stands to his feet and walks back toward the school, leaving a horrified and upset Lizzie to cry in the stands as the referee for the game blows the whistle. This is not going to end well, I feel a breakdown coming. I say to myself.