*WARNING* | Very old story; not edited.
"Python is what I go by. I live it, breathe it. Acquiesce."
py·thon
/ˈpīˌTHän,ˈpīTHən/
a large heavy-bodied nonvenomous snake
Genre:
Mystery/Thriller/Teen Fiction/Romance
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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 their different vehicles, Aidan goes to work, and Ina drives off nowhere. It was the middle of the day, and Ina wasn't prepared for anything. Scared for her life and of what the woman in red would say, the female curls in her seat.
Soft melodies from the stereo play, and the car drives through the countryside. "Ina, Where Would You Like to Go?" She slowly looked up from her knees with visible tears. Her legs and arms shook. She looked down at her hands, which were turning purple from her grip, and raised her brows.
"Yellow, what's happening?" The hologram of an emoji appeared beside her with a concerned countenance.
"You're Having A Panic Attack," Yellow explained, worried. The female began inhaling and exhaling faster than she had before.
"Yellow, I-" Ina put her hand to her chest. She felt the expressed beat of her heart and gripped her wrist to feel the same from her pulse.
"You Are Experiencing Tachycardia*." The female looked back down at her hands and shook her head. "It Is Nothing To Worry About. We Can Fix It With Controlled Breathing. Ina, Count Down With Me."
Numbers from ten to one began counting down on the hologram, but the girl shook her head with refusion. "Yellow, I can't. I need," Ina stopped to inhale. "I need Aidan." The robot frowned.
"Ina, Aidan Is At Work. I Cannot Take You To The Police Department," Yellow spoke regretfully. Her hands began to have spasms, and she couldn't move her fingers. Her toes scrunched in her shoes, and her lip began to quiver. She hid her head between her knees and wrapped loose arms around her legs. Tears soaked through her pants and ran down her thighs. "Hang In There, Ina. I Know What To Do."
She refused to look up from her knees, but Ina began to relax. The speed her vehicle was forced to go made her melt in her seat. The stereo turned down, and all she could hear was the sound of the engine doing its best.
The countryside sped by in a blur. The vehicle began to slow as it drove under a tunnel of trees. The shadows formed shadows, and the windows rolled down. Ina looked out the door and felt the breeze against her cheeks. She pulled down her hood, and the wind made her hair tangled. Yellow drove down a dusty driveway and stopped in a flower field.
The female closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the fresh air. She climbed up through the transom window to sit on the roof of her car. Her hands still shook, but her fingers began to move as the wind blew between them. The sound of disc switching came from the stereo before soft indie began to play. Ina took off her jacket and turned it into a pillow as she lay down.
