𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐳𝐞 (𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐃𝐨𝐛𝐫𝐞 - *Emotional*)

Panick attack

She kissed my cheek. Did she do that for real? Am I not dreaming?

"So, what are you planning for the future? You got any dreams or plans?" - Michelle queried me.

"Uh, not really. I mean why would a cracker like me succeed in life? It's like impossible. People say money isn't happiness, but I don't really agree..." - I laughed. She put her hand on mine and looked me with a 'really?' look.

"Nothing is impossible. If you believe in yourself you'll be able to achieve anything." - the pure girl sounded as she talked from personal experience.

"Yeah, I guess so. I'm pretty insecure, though. I've been despised and ignored my whole life, not gonna lie. My older brothers don't give a f*ck about me and never did." - I responded.

"Why do you think so? Is there a logical reason or no?"

"Not that I know of." - I said.

"Have you consider asking them?" - she uttered with her angel voice.

"No, I-i haven't. I've always tried to be like them and fit in their company. I remember one time, when Cyrus, my oldest brother yelled at me "You actually thought you could fit in here? You would only fit in foster home, where you had to be from the begging. Get outta here, you weirdo!" I was only 10." - I shared. - "What kind of brother would say that?" - Michelle asked.

"I guess, he doesn't like me or something. But it's fine, these words made me stronger."

"Remember, no matter how many cracks your heart has got, you can always succeed in live. That's what I want you to learn from me." - Michelle gave me some type of an advice or something.

All of a sudden her phone rang. She said "Sorry about that." and went to talk in the kitchen.

Michelle took so long, so I went to the kitchen quietly.

"Stop calling me! How many times do you want me to block you?! I told you I'm not getting back with you! Leave me f*cking alone!" - she was yelling to the phone.

"What, no! I'm not in a relationship, and it's none of your business, Brian!" - she was furious for some reason.

"You literally cheated on me. I'm not forgiving you! You get it?! Alright!" - Michelle closed the phone and threw her phone on the ground, having it cracked.

She broke down on the floor, in tears with her hands on her ears. I ran immediately to her.

"Are you good, Michelle? What's wrong?" - I said concerned. - "Damn it, get outta my life! I hate you!" - I barely could understand her, as she said that through crying.

Was she talking with her ex?

"I didn't do anything to you, what the hell is your problem?!" - Michelle shouted as she got up and thew a few plates and forks on the floor, breaking them.

"Yo, calm down, please! You're gonna hurt yourself, please chill out! Michelle, look at me!" - I put my hands on her shoulders and tried to pull her together.

"No, get off me!" - Michelle pushed me hard onto the kitchen counter where there was a glass, which I accidentally broke with my palm.

My right palm started bleeding. It was leaking blood on the floor. It was a lot of blood. Michelle put her hand on her mouth as she startled and realized what she's done.

"Okay don't worry, it's all good, okay? Just stay calm!" - I pressed the wound with a napkin.

"M-marcus, I-" - she uttered.

"It's okay, no worries. I just want you to relax." - I embraced her tight.

We went back in the living room.
Michelle took a bandage and an alcohol from her drawer.

"It will burn." - she warned me and applied the alcohol then wrapped the bandage around my hand.

"My bad, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, I swear! I don't know what happened to me. Does it hurt?" - she was feeling guilty.

"Yeah, it's fine. Don't think about it any longer." - "If you want I can take you to the hospital. Hopefully, it doesn't need stitches." - she told me.

"There's no need." - I said. - "Are you sure you're okay? You look pale. It was a lot of blood on your hand." - someone was concerned about me, something I've never experienced before.

"Maybe your blood pressure dropped. Let me take your blood pressure, real quick." - she took out a blood device or something.

She did her work, without noticing me staring at her beautiful face and skin.

"It's pretty low, 94/69. Hold on, I'll get you some water." - she fill a cup of water and handed it to me.

"Thanks. I'm fine, though. Don't worry. The thing is are you okay? Who were you talking to right there? Your ex?" - I said.

"Yeah, I....I changed my phone number like 4 times, but he keeps calling me. I don't understand how can he know my number. He wants us to get together, but I'm not letting that happen. He cheated on me, so I broke up with him." - explained Michelle.

"What does he want from you? When you cheat, that means you don't wanna be with the person next to you, obviously, why does he still want you to be with him?" - I inquired.

"I don't know. I no longer need him, anyway. I'm glad he's gone." - she seemed to hate him indeed.

"Okay, we'll talk about that when you get ready. I suggest we go to bed. You're tired, aren't you?" - Michelle nodded and we went to bed.