chapter 4

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possible tw: anxiety mentions / panic attack and intrusive thoughts and slight mention of drugs??

izzys pov
my heart begins to race as i read the message over and over again. i guess she's just checking in on me, i try to tell myself to calm down my nerves, but my body and mind doesn't seem to be taking in that fact. i start to feel nauseous so i race to the bathroom. the room is starting to spin. what's happening? have i been drugged? am i fainting? salty droplets roll from my eyes, trailing down my burning cheeks as i fall to the floor, desperately scrambling for some sense of security, anything to stop the spinning.

quickly turning to my phone, i begin searching for what to do, searching all my symptoms:
nausea, dizziness, shaking, hot flashes...
there's a result that stares me and pierces my brain: pregnancy. but wait, that wouldn't make sense? why am i worrying over something that is literally impossible for me?

she's going to leave you

a voice tells me. what? why are my thoughts rushing around my mind, seemingly all begging for my attention, but i am in no state to confront them?

she hates you. you're stuck.

i need to get help. but how? i don't feel as though my weakened knees are in any shape to carry myself all the way downstairs to ask mum what's happening. i cant call indy, she probably hates me.

you're dying.

you have no one.

you're all alone.

my breath is quickening at a rapid pace, along with my thoughts. my hands are clammy but the rest of my body feels exceptionally cold. am i ill? am i really dying? am i really all alone..?

a/n hii!! i've been gone for quite a while, i had no idea how to finish the last chapter because i have so many plans for this story, it's just difficult actually getting to them... this is kinda short so i'm sorry but i'll try to update within the next week :) also izzy isn't dying she'll be fine.. (physically..)

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