Night Changes (p.parker)

CHAPTER SEVEN: TIRED

"Y/N, I NEED you to breathe with me, c'mon, in and out, in and out," Alcott's soothing voice whispered, her hands on either side of your face as you struggled to breathe in her well-furnished living room.

You inhaled and exhaled shaky breaths with her guidance, hands clammy and eyes dazed as you almost forgot how you ended up here.

...

"Grey, are you home?" You question the door, your hands banging against the hard surface. Another wave of disarray hit you like a freight train.

"Alcott!" You cried again before the door swung open, revealing an extremely confused girl who was dressed in a matching sweatpants and crop-top set.

"Y/n what the hell is going on?" She seethed, worried you had woken her rather rude and pretentious neighbors. Her eyes landed upon her disheveled best friend, tear stains running down your cheeks, your bottom lip quivering, and your body twitching.

You fell into her arms, sobbing into her shoulder, Alcott quickly shut the door before leading you over to the couch.

She knew you wouldn't be able to speak unless you had calmed down, and a sense of fear shot down her spine.

You had only ever cried like this once before. And that was when you discovered you and Spider-Man shared soulmate tattoos.

She didn't know the circumstances, however, it was clear something was most certainly wrong.

...

And thus, there you were, slowly coming down from your mind-numbing panic attack in the arms of your supportive best friend.

"Y/n, what's going on?"

To summarize your night seemed to be an impossible task, nevertheless, you powered through the fresh sting of the memories, Alcott hanging off every word as she comfortably rubbed your back in slight reassurance.

By the end of your rant, fire burned in her eyes from the random stranger and tenderness seeped through her touch as she hugged you from the side.

"I'm so sorry Y/n, I'm so, so sorry," Her words felt small, and she felt helpless.

Many people in this world deserved this pain. You were not one of them.

Alcott reached over to the coffee table where her phone was resting, unlocking it before swiftly texting Simon that he needed to come to her place immediately.

She also took it upon herself to text your mother that you were going to be staying the night, and that you would be back home the next day. This wasn't out of the ordinary, many nights you spontaneously hung out with her for a few hours, your mother used to the action. Not to mention it was a Friday, so there was no worry about school.

She knew you were in no state to be left alone for the night.

When the immense misery subsided, you were left a hollow shell of a human, no longer able to feel the tingling sensation in your arm.

"I called Simon over, I hope that's ok.." Alcott began, placing her hands over yours.

"Yeah, no - that's fine. Al, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have barged over here and I-"

"No no no, don't start with me Y/l/n. This is what friends are for, babe. Simon and I are always going to be here for you,"

You slightly sniffled before wiping your eyes with the sleeves of your hoodie, realizing you no longer wanted to wear this item of clothing after what had happened. Suddenly sensing your discomfort, Alcott ushered you to her bathroom, shoving a comfy pair of clothes and multiple towels in your hand before instructing you to take a shower.