Zimbits, 1.6K, Jack has a panic attack and ducks into the first closet he finds. Unfortunately, he’s not the only one in there.
The room was suddenly too hot and stifling, and Jack found himself pulling distractedly at his collar. He gulped down his drink quickly, but even that had little effect on his nerves. He scanned the crowd and saw his parents across the room, but they were busy talking to someone else, leaving Jack to deal with the oncoming panic by himself.
Jack started to walk quickly towards the bathrooms which he had passed in the foyer on the way in. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw one of the ladies he’d spoken to earlier, one of his mother’s friends, start to head in his direction, and the curling dread in Jack’s stomach turned to lead. He hastily ran into one of the building’s vast hallways and opened the first door he found.
Once inside, Jack closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against the coolness of the door. He could hear the faint click of heels pass the closet he’d ducked into before they disappeared down the other end of the hallway.
After a few minutes though, someone cleared their throat, and Jack realized he wasn’t alone. He blinked unsteadily even though it was completely pitch black, except for the sliver of light that came from underneath the door.
“Uh, I’m afraid I found this hiding spot first,” a voice said hesitantly. The slight, Southern drawl of the vowels caught Jack off guard.