Writing while having a mental breakdown...
Let's see how shitty this chapter will be...
Damien POV
"I don't know what I want!" I yelled, my entire body shaking. This must be how Quinn feels all the time.
"Find a fucking bag and shoved all your shit in it!" Remus yelled back.
I turned to the closet and dug around until I found my suitcase. I threw it onto my bed but my mind blanked again on what to pack.
"Four minutes left," Quinn mumbled, staring wide eyed at the clock. He was doing good at keeping his episode under wraps.
Which I know isn't good for him but I need peace in calm right now. This is too much pressure.
Evan went to my closet and started pulling all my clothes out and somehow managing to fold it quickly and neatly. Pretty soon the entire suitcase was full.
"Do you have any more bags?" Remus asked.
"No!" I yelled.
"Improvising time!" Remus screeched.
"We could use your book bag," Evan suggested.
"It's in my car," I sighed.
"Tie shit in blankets," Remus said while ripping the covers off my bed.
Quinn squeaked as it was pulled from under him, falling down onto the floor. Remus ignored it and spread the blanket on the floor.
I grabbed my more important things, wishing I had time to better pack all the glass and breakable things. This is too stressful.
But since Quinn was on the floor, he wasn't keeping time for us. Suddenly, the door opened and Dad stepped in.
"It's been five minutes Dee," Dad growled with a psychotic smile.
Before anyone could react, the door slammed shut. A jolt of panic shot through me when I heard the door lock. Curse doors that lock from the outside.
Quinn started hyperventilating almost instantaneously. I'm not sure why but Evan seemed to know because he was instantly at Quinn's side.
"Now what?!" Remus yelled. "For all we know this douche is gonna burn the house down and make sandcastles out of our ashes!"
"Why are you like this?!" I screamed, my temper getting the best of me in this high stress situation.
Remus didn't respond with words. He flipped me off and than ran head first into the door. The door barley budged and he fell to the ground with a thud.
"You're going to make your head hurt worse by doing that," Evan chastised.
"Why'd he lock us in here?" Quinn chocked out. His nails were dug so deep in his arms that blood was starting to bead around his fingers.
"At best, we'll be locked in here for a few days and we'll starve," I explained. "At worst he starts throwing shit in here throw the vents."
Quinn's hyperventilating managed to get even worse. He seemed to be having a full on panic attack. Maybe this is the PTSD from when his dad locked him in a closet.
As if on cue, the vent near the ceiling banged open. We all stared at it with wide eyes. Nothing happened.
Remus walked over and tried to see if he could open the window. But it didn't. For some reason, the windows didn't open in this house.
"Can I break your window?" Remus whispered loudly.
"No," I told him sternly. "Do you know how expensive it would be to replace the window?"
"Don't know don't care," Remus shrugged. "I knew it made Issac pissy if I broke the window."
I frowned. I don't know how to comfort Remus when it comes to Issac related issues. I just don't like thinking about Remus in a relationship like that.
"That is a last minute escape route," I mumbled.
"Quinn is having a panic attack," Remus said while aggressively motioning towards Quinn curled up on the floor. "We need to get him out of here and escape before you dad rips our heads off.
"Why does your mind go to the most demented thing?" I asked.
"Demented shit is my jam," Remus laughed. "Window?"
"Fine," I sighed. "Good luck though, that's heavy duty glass."
Remus picked up my metal desk chair and hurled it at the window. Quinn and Evan both let out a little screech of shock as the chair collided with the window and then the floor. A little crack appeared in the corner but that was it.
"What do you have that's heavy duty and wouldn't break easily?" Remus asked. "Preferably something metal."
"I have a tiny safe full of coins," I suggested, picking it up from my desk. It was heavy.
"Prefect," Remus whispered with in insane look.
He walked over to the window and started slamming the corner of the safe into the corner of the window. After a few seconds, the window started cracking significantly more.
"How is that working?" I asked.
"Strongest part of a window is the middle," Remus mumbled while continued to work. "Break up the corner and the edges and then throw something extremely heavy in the center."
We all stayed silent while Remus worked. My eyes kept flickering to the clock and then to the vent. There are so many horrible ways this could go wrong.
Remus finally stepped back before chucking the safe at the window full force. With a loud crash, the window shattered and the safe went flying out into the backyard below.
Then Remus grabbed his knife and worked on breaking off what was left before throwing my comforter on the window sill.
Without a second thought, Remus started to climb out the window. I jumped forewords and managed to grab him just in time.
"You can't jump out the window," I told him. "You'll get hurt."
"What's a little blood and bruises?" He laughed.
"A broken bone at the best is what you'll get from this height," I said sternly.
"Oh please, if I go limp and land on my back I'll just have bruises," Remus tried to persuade me.
I dragged him back into the room, careful to make sure he didn't accidentally get hurt on the glass. Many sharp jagged pieces were still sticking out from the edge.
"How are we going to get down there?" Evan asked worriedly. Quinn still hadn't calmed down.
"There should be some rope under my bed," I whispered shamefully.
"Why do you have rope?" Evan asked. Quinn gave me a worriedly look.
"Reasons," I mumbled. Remus crawled under my bed and grabbed the rope.
I have this rope for two reasons. One being to kill myself with. I try not to think about it now that I have Remus, Evan and Quinn.
Two being in case of an emergency where I would need to climb down from my window. Which I guess is actually happening now.
Remus and I worked together to tie the rope securely so that we didn't fall. The rope made it down to about a foot or so off the ground.
"What about all of the stuff?" Evan asked.
"Well come back for it when my dad isn't home," I told him. "For now, we have to get out of here."
I took Quinn, making him tightly hold onto me by wrapping his legs around my waist and then his arms around my neck. We decided to go first because Quinn desperately needed out.
Remus did the same with Evan and waited at the top for us. Neither of them had any upper body strength.
I stared down at the ground for a few seconds. A painful panic gripping my lungs. Slowly I forced myself to climb out the window and start shimming down it.
Quinn was shaking badly and holding tightly to me. He needs comfort right now. Not dangling two stories from the ground.
Once we reached the bottom, I gently sat Quinn on the ground. I looked up and watched as Remus started heading down.
But then, Remus's foot lost its grip on the side of the house. Which caused him to loose his grip on the rope. They were still all the way up by the window.
Then someone appeared in the window and pulled on the rope. It was Dad with a huge steak knife. He smiled evilly and began to cut the rope.
Remus tried to start going faster but that made him loose his grip again and they almost fell. There was a loud snap as the rope was cut loose.
But that didn't compare to the screams from Remus and Evan as they fell.