World War Three ~~

She's gotten pretty close to me, Lucy thought. I need her too. I do. But...what if she won't be able to bond with other people? What if something happens to me? Lucy's thoughts were interrupted by one of Jayde's small sobs.

Lucy looked at Jayde and moved closer to her. "It's okay," she whispered as she tried to drain the bad thoughts she was thinking. (I'm kinda stuck)

(me too....And we just finished a bunch of drama)

(IKR. Time-skip?)

(Kay kay.)
The sun rose a few hours later, and Jayde eventually fell asleep in her room. Lucy continued to stay on her watch, and yawned at the beautiful sunrise. "I should probably make breakfast," she murmured, sitting up and heading towards the kitchen. Taking the false back to the cabinet away, she grabbed some granola bars and spread them out. Lucy got two for herself, and immediately ate them, making sure nobody was watching.

Then she grabbed 4 more, one for each person. Of course she discuses not to get anymore for herself. Lucy kept debating whether she should wake them up, but instead she just say and enjoyed the silence for a while.

Lucy pulled the curtains up a fraction of the way to let some light pour into the room, but not enough to let stalkers know the house was taken. She then yawned, and took out a pen and a notepad, two luxuries she was extremely lucky to have.

Lucy started doodling when a sudden noise startles her. She froze, eyes widened. She dared not to talk, and waited for any further noises or movement.

The noises ceased, but Lucy still sat, not daring to move from her spot. Finally, after what seemed like hours, she slowly got up, and went to wake Chris and Steven for their watch. I'm probably just hallucinating. Lack of sleep and all.

The noises kept coming and Lucy started shaking Steven faster. He finally woke and arosed from the bed. "Do you hear these noises," she whispered in terror, hoping it really was a hallucination.

"Is it my watch?" Steven asked drowsily.
"Yes, now do you hear the noises?" Lucy snapped, slapping him swiftly on the cheek.
"Nooooooo, you're probably going crazy or something," he sighed, sitting up. "Get some sleep Lucy, alright?"

Steven got up, and sat down in the next room. He started hearing noises too. "Holy shit," he cursed under his breath, now frozen too.

Lucy lay down in her bed, frigid with fear. I'm so sleepy, she sighed inwardly. But, what if someone comes? What if....her thoughts were lost in her mind, and her eyelids fluttered closed, helping her drift into sleep.

The noises kept coming. She screamed. Steven ran in. "What's wrong?" He asked standing beside her. "I...I...I don't know. The noises, the thoughts, the visions..." Lucy whispered, "What's wrong with me?" She looked at Steven.

"Shhh Lucy, calm down," Steven sat down next to her and pet her hair. Lucy shook like a wet chihuahua, and tears fell from her eyes.
"Dammit Steven! What. Is. Wrong. With. Me?!" she choked, looking around the room.

Steven slowly added, "Nothing." Lucy shook her head and said, "No no no you're wrong!" She paused and fell off the bed covering her ears. She screamed, tears rushing own her cheeks. "I-I-I-I...." She stumbled over her words. She curled up on the floor, crouching down on her feet, covered her ears, closed her eyes, and screamed again, this time for longer.

Brandon immediately came charging through the door, finding his girlfriend screaming and curled up in a ball on the floor.
"What the hell Steven!? What did you do to her!?" he asked, his eyes aflame with anger.
"Nothing, I swear! She's having a panic attack, and I don't know how to help her." Steven said, his voice shaking with worry. He gently stroked Lucy's hair, while she screamed and whimpered on.
"Shit," Brandon muttered.

The noises were getting louder and louder. "Brandon, go away!" Lucy snapped. She started feeling claustrophobic, and darted out of her spot to and empty room. She curled back up on the floor and began rocking back and forth. "It'll be over soon," she mumbled over and over again, tears draining from her eyes.

"She actually told me to go away," Brandon stood there, shocked.
"It's not your fault dude, she's having a panic attack. You have no idea what's happening in her head right now," Steven pointed out.
"Yeah, I know. But still, I've known her since we were kids and I have no memory of this happening ever! I'm really worried about her," he sighed, leaning his head back.
"I am too. Let's just hope she get's through this, and we can talk to her then. Alright?" Steven asked.
"Alright."

About an hour later the noises stopped. Lucy unraveled herself, taking her hand away from her ears. Her face felt sticky from all the dried tears. Even though it was over, Lucy didn't feel as safe as she did anymore. She wanted to flee, she wanted to take Jayde and just run. Run far, far away where she and Jayde could just be alone.

Brandon tapped his foot impatiently in the living room. Lucy's panic attack had woken him up, so his sleep had been limited that night. He loved her though, so he wouldn't dare fall asleep. Not yet. Finally, the whimpering in the other room had stopped.
"Lucy?" he murmured knocking on the door. "Are you alright?"

"Stay away!" She yelled, "And don't come back!" Brandon backed away from the door and went back to his room. The words she had said were now ringing inside his ear and started spinning in his brain.

Brandon couldn't believe it, Lucy was loving him last night. What could he have possibly done wrong to make her hate him so much? Dammit, he thought. I'm an idiot. I should have never gotten into this.
Chris woke up, and yawned. "Brandon, what's wrong? Why aren'tcha with Lucy? Are you two in loovvvvvveeeeeee?" he teased, smiling.

Without thinking, Brandon slapped him across the face, hard. Chris suddenly started crying, and held his cheek. He ran to Lucy. "Lucy... Brandon hurt me!" He cried, sitting next to Lucy. She hugged him and said, "How?" With a surprised expression. "He slapped me!" He cried into Lucy's shirt. Brandon came in, but as soon as he did, Chris cried and went behind Lucy. "Brandon! I thought you were different. You can't even leave me alone, and now you're beating Chris. You know what, I made a mistake. I'm not your girlfriend anymore!" She than hugged Chris tighter, rubbing his back and whispering, "Shh, it's okay. It'll be better soon." Brandon didn't say anything, he just left.

Steven walked in, acting all 'fatherly.' "What in the name of hell is going on here? Brandon's sulking in the living room, Chris is crying, I'm pretty sure I heard you screaming, just tell me. Now."
"Brandon's a jackass," Lucy replied, shrugging. "So I dumped him."
"You...." Steven facepalmed. "Lucy, forgive me, but are you on your period?"
"What!?" She asked, shocked. "That's one of the most sexist remarks I've ever heard you-"
"So that's a yes. Look Lucy, you aren't making any sense. You've dated Brandon for what, ONE day? He was being considerate and checking on you because you were in the middle of a PANIC ATTACK. Not you wanted to just be alone, you were having a panic attack and he was worried. Then he comes into his room to clear his mind, and he loses his temper at Chris. He slapped Chris about one time, on accident, and Chris ran in here before he could apologize. Then you dump Brandon out of the blue. So I'm pretty sure I can safely say you are on your period."
Lucy's jaw dropped about ten feet. That's about the most she's heard out of Steven at once since...well ever. And it was never that incredibly rude.