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She couldn’t explain the sound that rand through her ears as she nearly dropped to the ground, the entire underground club shaking, causing ripples to flow through the plastic cups of water, a few of them even hitting the floor. It was quick, it was terrifying, and then it was dark. Completely dark.

Her drink fell from her hand as the lights went out, her hold on her boyfriend tightening even more as she stepped closer to him, as if it were possible at that point. She didn't know what was happening, but she already knew she didn't like it. Blinking a few times, she attempted to get her vision used to the darkness, but the struggle was real, and she knew she couldn't see five inches in front of her. Sucking in a deep breath, she held it, listening intently to any noises around her as her senses heightened to full alert.

The next amount of time passed slowly – she could hear people freaking out, people dropping to the ground, looking for their loved ones, attempting to take cover from something unknown. She knew it was only a matter of time before all hell broke loose. Ginny, herself, even went through all of the emotions, whispered to Anton asking if he was okay, choking back tears as she worried about Effie, clinging to him as she tangled her fingertips within the material of his shirt, keeping her body as close to his own as possible. More time passed, and her mind continued to race – at this point, she could make out the shadowed figured of other people who filled the underground club, despite not being able to tell who was who. Anxiety and fear coursed through her; worried about her daughter, worried about herself, worried about Anton. At this point, she had convinced him to sit on the floor with her, her legs knees pulled to her chest, the material of her dress tangled around them as she lay her head against his shoulder, tears falling silently down her cheeks, nails digging into her palms in hopes of drawing blood. Anything to feel something other than the frightened emotions running through her. It couldn’t have been even twenty-four hours that had passed before she thought she was properly going to drive herself mental. She had now convinced Anton to lay on the floor with her, her own limbs tangled within his own as she buried her face against her shoulder, now refusing to open her eyes, telling herself that if she kept them closed, she wouldn’t notice the darkness that surrounded her. It was one thing when Trent trapped them places to pit them against each other for his own amusement, it was something entirely different to know that he was trapped down there with them. A small part of her assumed it was all a ploy, figuring that the doors would open at any moment to reveal that it was just another one of his games that had a small kink thrown in it. The bigger part of her, however, knew that was false, knew that something really bad was going on. She had seemed to escape death more than once throughout her life, maybe her nine lives were up, maybe this was the moment where she actually came to an end. The darkness she could handle, having grown up in a basement. The bitching and whining from others around her, she could also handle, having taken a career at a hospital and dealing daily with patients who couldn’t handle whatever it was they were going through. She knew that she could handle the starvation that was certain to come if they properly were trapped in club; she had been through it before, multiple times, at the hands of Trent Foster. She could handle most things that were thrown her way, regardless of how they made her feel. What she couldn’t handle, however, was herself.