Who Am I, Really?

Chapter 17

THIS CHAPTER HAS SICKNESS. IF YOU HAVE EMETAPHOBIA, DO NOT READ.

Chapter 17

I hear a knock come from the door.

"Wh-wh-what?"

"Rabbit? You okay, friendo? I heard about Spine..."

"H-H-Hatchy?"

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah...if ya w-w-want ta."

"Do you want me to?"

"Please..."

"Okay." The door creaks open, letting a sheer blast of light through to my room. I hide my head under the sheets, partly because I am startled by the sudden light, partly because I think that it's Six trying to attack me again. Hatchy sees me tense up under the sheets. "Are you okay? Seriously, tell me. I need to know. I won't hurt you."

"I'm just...I-I-I'm just...s-s-so afraid."

"Afraid of what?"

"Everything. Everywhere. Six. Tha w-w-world. People. L-l-life. Everythin'."

"Do you know why?"

"N-n-no," I whisper, edging my face slowly out of the covers, just to make sure it is Hatchworth. I start to shake. "W-w-what's happening ta me?"

"I think you're experiencing an anxiety attack."

"WHADDA I DO?" I scream, the fear taking over my mind, my body, my heart. The darkness that I usually love engulfs me whole. I am paralyzed. The shaking worsens. I can't control it. "I CAN'T CONTROL IT!"

"Hey now, you're doing okay, friendo, you're good, you're fine. It's all okay! Just take a few deep breaths with me, alright? It's all gonna be fine," Hatchy responds, suddenly alert. He pulls me in close, and starts to take deep breaths, encouraging me to do the same. "In, and out. In, and out. In, and out."

"I-I-I-IT'S N-N-NOT W-W-WORKIN'! I N-N-NEED H-H-HELP!" I start to grip the sheets, almost ripping them. "H-H-HATCHW-W-WORTH!" I can't control it. I can't control anything. I need a trash can. But my mouth won't make words. I can't talk. Only scream. "T-T-TRASH CAN!" He rushes over to the trash can near my door, and practically flies to get it over to me in time. Hatchy throws it down in front of me, grabbing it just to make sure it doesn't topple over. I lunge forward, trying not to throw up, but I can't. The hot oil rushes out of me, getting everywhere. I lunge forward again, and throw up. "M-m-make it stop..." I gasp, looking at Hatchworth.

"It's alright, Rabbit. I've already sent messages over the wifi to Bunny and David. They should be here shortly. Just...lie down on the bed."

"But w-w-what if I throw up again?"

"Bunny and I will take care of it." He responds, easing me down on the bed, removing the covers so I don't overheat.

"B-b-but..."

"Shh...just rest."

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