Hold On - Parrlyn

Hold On

I'm sorry in advance

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Loving and fighting

Anne threw a pillow at Cathy, tears in her eyes. She found out what the surviving queen had done to her daughter after Thomas Seymour and Cathy were together. It was all a blur. She shouted and shouted at the short haired girl, cornering the blue queen by her wardrobe. She was angry. Of course she was. Cathy's husband had raped Elizabeth and all Cathy had done was send her away.

Accusing

"You heartless bitch. You sent her away. You should've helped her. You're stupid. I hate you sometimes." The green queen screeched at her girlfriend. She hadn't meant it but she would never be able to take it back.

Denying

"A..Annie... I d..didn't mean-" The writer mumbled, although she was cut off by another insult by the female she loved more than anything. The brunette couldn't take it.

I can't imagine a world with you gone

Cathy ran off as soon as she could, leaving Anne alone. Boleyn snapped out of the enraged trance she had been caught in; realising what she had said to the writer. The long haired girl collapsed, tears rolling down her cheeks.

The joy and the chaos

Anne stiffled a sob as she pulled her phone from her jean pocket. She unlocked it and opened her gallery. She had her hand over her mouth, trying to keep quiet to prevent the other queens from worrying about her. She flicked through countless moments with herself and Cathy before letting out a sigh. Cathy was her rock and there was no way she could lose her.

The demons were made of

Dark thoughts swirled around her mind as she threw her phone across the room. She shook with sobs as she covered her ears. Her demons taunted her as she curled up. They told her she was weak. They said Cathy didn't love her. They said no one did. And... she believed them.

I'd be so lost if you left me alone

Anne thought about if Cathy left her for what had happened moments before. She dreaded to think it was true. Parr surely wouldn't love her now. She bit down on her tongue to stop herself from making any further noise.

You locked yourself in the bathroom

Anne heard the click of her and Parr's joint bathroom lock and stood up. She took a deep breath before walking up the the bathroom door. She was praying the Cathy just needed to use the bathroom. She waited for the brunette to come out.

Lying on the floor when I break through

After a while, Anne couldn't take it anymore. Cathy was being too quiet. Anne sprung to action and kicked at the door. On her third attempt it fell to the floor with a loud thud but Anne didnt care for that. Her gaze had landed on her girlfriend, lying on the floor. She was fading in and out of consciousness. Anne knelt down at the writer's side.
"This is all my fault.." She muttered, looked down at the blood spilling on the bathroom tiles from Cathy's wrists. Anne was silent now.

I pull you in to feel your heartbeat

Anne gently pulled Cathy into her lap, flickling any hairs out of the writer's face. The girl in her arms was limp, her breathing shallow. The usually very bubbly Boleyn had turned into something much less so. She gently moved to rest her head on Cathy's chest in order to find a heartbeat. It was there. She wasn't gone. But.. It was faint.

Can you hear me screaming

Anne tried to talk but at first nothing came out. She felt sick to her stomach holding the girl she loved in her arms as she watched her light fade. What was Anne to do, She was helpless. She just screamed.