They both never felt included, Always felt lost.
She had a crooked crown
He had a unloaded gun.
She was royal.
He was a gang leader.
Alvah was born into a royal family . She was set to marry a prince and become queen and king. Into she got sick of t...
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"Ahhhhh fuckkk!" I heard someone yell down stairs. I ran downstairs to see what the hell was going on.
I seen Diego with a knife through his hand, I put my hand over my mouth. I look to see Brandon dead ass laughing.
"What happened?" I asked in worry, Brandon stops laughing for one minute.
"Diego said good morning to Elijah, and Elijah stabbed him" Brandon busted out laughing, as I stood there.
"This isn't funny, I'll call the team nurse" I said before dialing Betty.
Once Betty was treating Diego, I decided not to bother Elijah seeing he's obviously in a funk.
----> couple hours.
I went to Elijah room to bring him a coffee I got from Susan's, maybe it would help cheer him.
I knocked on his door, waiting for a answer.
I slowly open the door. I peek in to see Elijah sitting on the floor with his elbows propped up on his knees, his hands on his face.
"Elijah?" I slowly closed the door behind me, still watching his figure just sitting there.
I carefully sat beside him not knowing what to do.
Elijah was rapidly breathing as sweat trickled from his face.
What's happening......oh a panic attack!
I have no idea what to do.
"Slowly count to ten" Trying to steady his breathing, as he was taking deep slow breaths, I read something about not touching someone during a panic attack.
"3 senses, Smell, Hearing, Sight. Ears, Nose"
"3 senses" Elijah muttered lowly.
"It's alright take your time" I comforted,
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Couple hours later:
Elijah was calmed down, we were just sitting there.
