Chapter 2: Breathe

Chapter 2: Breathe

Just when I thought my lungs were about to explode, my chest relaxed and air rushed in. My gasps sounded like a baby seal calling for its mother.

The girl stood up and backed away, obviously freaked out by me.

I raised a hand, trying to say I was okay. She seemed to understand and looked over to where the others were gathering and started edging towards them. I didnt blame her for not wanting to be left looking after the retarded kid. The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

Still shaken and breathing hard I got to my feet. I hadnt had a panic attack since I was twelve. For most people, you feel scared, nervous, shy, you eventually get over it. You tell yourself to stop being silly, and you take the plunge. Learning to swim, asking a girl out, killing a spiderwhatever it is, if you can overcome the fear in your mind, you can do it.

That doesnt work if no matter how much you convince your brain to play ball, your body says, Fuck you, and shuts itself down, leaving you flopping around like a spaz.

A general murmur of assent spread through the crowd, but I expect they would have agreed to form a circle and do the hokey-pokey if Golden Boy had asked them to. By the way, I wasnt jealous or resentful of his ability to wow with a smile and wink. Good for him. Id long ago given up on any hope of that kind of popularity, and if he could get us out of this place, go, go, Team Golden Boy.

And, girls, said a guy who had taken up position on Golden Boys shoulder, any of you feeling scared, come see me. Ill make you feel safe. He was a black guy with a shaved head and a dazzling smile, wearing a tight vest that showed off his incredibly muscular arms.

Me first, said a female voice in the crowd, to much tittering.

Hey, shouldnt we start a fire or something? In case they send out search parties. The smoke will be seen from the air.

Rather than getting on with Golden Boys plan, suddenly everyone wanted to make a suggestion based on an episode of Bear Grylls they half remembered watching or something equally inane. They seemed to have totally forgotten about the strange noises wed heard. Having seen the weird fairy creature, I suspected it wasnt just a couple of stray dogs out there. The quicker we found a path or track leading somewhere safe, the better.

Once I got my breath back, I moved closer to the trees, trying to see through the gloomy gaps between gnarly tree trunks. Which was when I saw the group of men headed in our direction, dressed in armour and carrying swords.