Chapter 9

Calm downEasy. Breathe. Everything’s fine.Ethan’s hands began to shake. He balled them into tight fists. Every ounce of energy he began to funnel into control of his own body. Everything around him was amplified, and sharp. The clatter of forks on plates grated his ears. Laughter scratched the air like nails on a chalkboard. He could hear the disgusting gnashing of teeth, and the high pitched cry of a baby.

His breathing became heavier. The silverware began to screech against the plates, like breaking glass in his mind. The baby’s cry grew even sharper. Around and around his head whirled, as though it were stuck in a spin cycle. He had no grasp over himself. He had no grounds for realty. Soon, his mantras of calm were overwhelmed by the voice that repeated:

Leave. Go. Leave. Get away. Run. Run.

“…than…Ethan…?”

Ethan opened his eyes. Nik and Finn both stared at him anxiously. Nik, leaning forward a bit, spoke in a low, calm voice. “Did you take your meds today?”