You Ran 1

Christine

Pamela paced her tiny studio apartment. She waited for me at the bottom of the stairs of the coffee shop to lead me to the back ally. I didn't even question the fear that would be so normal I would have had going behind a dirty dumpster with cobwebs, rats, and old coffee cups. My vision was tunneled climbing those stairs, and now that I had calmed down after an hour and a half of a panic attack, I sat in her overly decorated apartment.

It was straight out of a bohemian magazine. Large decorated pillows filled with gold and silver trimmings. Tulle, large decorated blankets covered the walls, candles of the exotic-smelling variety lit. Even the lamps held dull lighting from the various fabrics giving it a calming glow. A table was full of crystals that she made me hold and stare at until I could speak once again and tell her the long story of how my heart was supposed to belong to someone else.

Finally calming, resting on the bed, which consisted of just a large mattress on th