AZREN
I take a step backwards, feeling the familiar chills eroding my body and senses. The voices are screaming now, my ears ringing. I'm panicking, too terrified to even show it. This wasn't supposed to happen. I took my meds today. So, why...why can't I f*****g breathe?
Why...
The accusations are jabbing at my skull now. It's to the point where I want to scream.
I can hear the voices laughing, ready to consume me. Just when I think I'm really going to lose my mind, Noelle grabs my hand and pulls me with her.
"Focus, Az. Which car is it? Hand me the keys," she whispers urgently.
My hand trembles as I pass her the keys to my car.
"The white Bentley," I force out the words, breathing hard.
Noelle's grip tightens on my wrist. She doesn't hesitate. She yanks open the passenger-side do
