[center][b][h1][color=fff200]Siobhan[/color][/h1][/b][/center]
[h2][center]Location: Apex Designs[/center][/h2][hr][center][h3] Interaction: [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4675307]Joel[/url] [@Pilatus][/h3][/center][hr]Siobhan’s heart fluttered and she heard laughter on the other side of the door. She took a shaky step backwards then another she bumped into a dresser and knocked something over. A thud and a bit of a clatter on the floor accompanied the object or objects. It didn't sound like it broke but she turned too quickly and caught her arm on the corner. The dresser won the battle leaving a small scratch that she pulled back from, only too quickly. Stumbling she knocked her shin on what could only be the bed and wincing she fell on to it. Heart still hammering she tried to breathe past the pain of her tight chest and calm down as she lay on the bed.

She could hear the laughter on the other side of the door. A familiar voice told her to bring her ass out then laughter again.[color=fff200][i] That's Joel. Now I want the floor to open up and just swallow me whole.[/I][/color] Then Joel told her he'd leave her in there and that he was hungry. Mortified that he witnessed that she gasped for air the panic attack trying to reassert itself for a much different reason this time. Not wanting him to have a reason to link her and Marlin together she propped herself up on her elbows in the bed and looking at the direction of the door in a strained voice she said.[color=fff200] “Go ahead. I'll there in a minute.” [/color] Siobhan flopped back down on the bed. That was all she really had breath for. She put her arms over her head and tried to focus on breathing in through her nose out through her mouth. Deep even breaths.

Easier said than done. Coming down out of the panic attack was going to throw her into a short crying session and she wasn't going to be able to make it down the stairs till she fully came out of it. Her legs would be jelly and stairs at that point would be suicide. She lifted her shaking hands to fumble through her hair. She'd left it down so it was a thick, curly, wavy mass and as soon as it tangled her fingers she gently pulled them out. Smoothing her hands down her face she blew out a shaky breath that she could tell was a prequel to the end of the attack. Also because even though she couldn't tell she was crying the dampness of her cheeks clearly pointed it out.[color=fff200][i] Good God that's embarrassing!!! Why didn't I run for the stairs and just spare myself the embarrassment?!?! But [/i]no [i]I have to run for the bedroom. Hopefully it will pass and he'll never know. I'll just let him think he scared me, which he did. He also doesn't know the other stuff that went on. Calm down. You're safe. Calm down. You're safe. Calm down. You're safe...[/i][/color] Arms back over head breathing shakily repeating in her head calm down and that she was safe while trying not to curl into the fetal position.