Chapter 33

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TW: PTSD related panic attack

James was focusing on his French homework when Fray knocked on the door. They ran down the stairs and opened the door in a frenzy. Fray could be really upset outside. He was correct about that.

Their eyes were quivering with tears and their body was shaking,to the point where it was almost vibrating.

"Fray?"James questioned.

"What's happening to me James?"Fray whispers. "Why have the monsters come back out to play."

"The monsters can't hurt you, Fray. Remember this mate. Nobody can't hurt you anymore.", xe said. "You're at James's house. Just outside. He's going to take you to the living room in order for you to calm down."

"Am I going to be okay again?", they asked back.

"Yes. You will be. Try to breathe.",he replied.

A few minutes later,James manages to get Fray to sit down in the living room. "Fray. Try to calm down for me. You're safe here.", he then said.

It takes a few extra minutes for Fray to calm down. They proceeded to take a nap for the next couple of hours: of course James would stay still during the whole of this. Until,xe got a notification from Willow.

Private Messages between Sqaured_cubus99 and Trilingual_papii

Sqaured_cubus99: Hey James. Is Fray alright?

Trilingual_papii: Yeah. They're asleep. What happened?

Sqaured_cubus99: There was a lot of banging outside of my house as my stepdad and my stepbrothers were chopping down the trees outside. I tried to calm them down but they couldn't because of PTSD.

Trilingual_papii: I feel so bad for them.

Sqaured_cubus99: Same here.

Trilingual_papii: Anyways. Think they're stirring now so see ya tomorrow.

Sqaured_cubus99: See ya.

"Fray? You awake?"James asked. They got a nod back as Fray was confused about what was happening. "Don't worry you're in the living room of your friend James' living room. You're safe."

"Hey...",they murmured. "I'm tired."

"Go to sleep, Fray. We've got school tomorrow.",he whispered back. They went back to sleep until the morning.

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