Complexity /\ 5SOS /\ Luke Hemmings

{5} Anxiety

I walk in the house, I feel tears brim my eyes. I take a deep breath.

They simmer down. I keep doing some breathing exercises trying to calm down.

Since my surgery, the pills the doctor has prescribed me have given me side affects.

Only a few, but the main one is anxiety.

A hot boy, playing guitar in front of people, meeting new people, trying to fit in and I feel it coming.

Like how you feel wind before a storm.

"Lilly?" I hear a concerned voice. I freeze.

Shit.

I turn around to see The blonde boy standing there.

I feel like I'm drowning.

Suffocating in my own thoughts and worries.

But when I see him I feel them trying to fade.

Not forced but by choice.

"Y-yeah?" I choke out.

He closes the garage door.

It's just me and him.

Him and I.

Two people in a close space.

One freaking out on the inside but only letting the slightest bit slip out.

"Are you...are you crying?" He asks.

I can tell he's confused.

I silence my stress, the thoughts going through my head and focus on him, but his questions brings them all back but harder.

Stronger.

So much that I can't hold and the tears burst as I look away from him.

As soon as I do I feel 2 arms wrap around me.

"Hey hey hey, it's gonna be okay." He says as he rubs my back slightly.

I finally calm down.

I think of all my faults and flaws as I count to 5.

5 seconds I let the anxiety and depression explode out of me.

5 seconds I give in and let it take over.

That's all I let it have.

1.

2.

3.

4.

5.

I take a deep breath as I let one last tear drop and push my thoughts to the back of my mind.

I grip him one last time before I let go.

"Hey, are you okay? What's wrong?" He looks me in the eye.

I look into his and see so much emotion.

Such a detailed mind sculpted by so many emotions.

Eyes filled with hope.

They appear concerned but if you look deeper you see a trapped soul pulling at the chains that hold him down.

"It's nothing, I'm fine... Does my make up look okay?" I ask as I sniffle.

He doesn't blink.

"Is it bad? Does it look that messed up? Shit.." I trail off.

(Third person pov.)