Traveling Through Darkness

Chapter 3.

     "Ugh, where is it?!" I threw a shirt across the room.

"Calm down, relax." He told me sarcastically.

I continued to search through piles of clothes. "Yea why don't we relax, we'll turn on the radio."

He jumped off the dresser. "No, you should be worried anything could happen." He started pacing around the room.

"Would you stop freaking me out?" I throw a shirt at him and bend back over to continue my search for the perfect shirt. "My friend invited me to a concert and you are not messing this up for me!"

"But so much could go wrong! It's gonna be so loud." He covered his ears. "What if you have a panic attack?"

I stopped searching and stood up.

"In front of everyone." He continued, dragging out the words for emphasis.

I stared at the wall, thinking about everything that could go wrong.. I felt a warm liquid run down my face. "[Curse word of your choice] what is your problem?" I wiped the tears quickly before he could see.

"It's not me who has the problem, it's you who's gonna have the problem if you go."

I silently stared at the wall and felt my breathing waver. Stupid stupid stupid.

"Shh, it's ok..." Timor told me to try to sound soothing but failing miserably.

I looked up at him with a broken expression, and it didn't help that there were puddles leaking out of my eyes. "I hate you..." I muttered mostly to myself. His expression changed and he began to silently cry. "I'm sorry..." I dropped myself onto the floor so I wouldn't fall later. Gripping the carpet I tried to breathe. I'm losing my mind, aren't I? I heard the click of my door and my body stiffened. I slowly turned my head. "Abella?-" She saw me and rushed over. "Honey, what's wrong?" She had a terrified expression on her face. I gasped in heavy breaths of air but to no avail. I couldn't speak. She set her hand on my shoulder and moved my dark black hair out of my tear-stained face. "Izzy's here?" I gripped the carpet and my back fell to the floor. This feeling is so familiar it's like being crushed by a thousand anvils all at once. Death? Maybe, I might die. It feels like it anyways.