The Mind Lies

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*******TRIGGER WARNING: anxiety disorder*************



-----------------------------back to Kagami's pov------------------------------

I stand with my back pressed tightly against the wall, my heart pounding in my ears. I can sense Akutagawa's presence just around the corner, but I'm out of places to run now. I just stand very still, hold my breath, and pray. I don't start breathing again until I finally hear his footsteps retreating. Then I just about jump out of my skin as my phone starts ringing in my pocket. It's the President.

"Hello?"

"Kagami. What happened? I saw the explosion all over the news."

"Oh yeah about that....it was Kajii, the mafia's famous bomb scientist. It seems the Port Mafia has made their first move."

"That they have. Keep up the good work. I'll be in touch," the line goes dead, and the conversation is over. I know I should keep moving, but I can't. I slide my back down the wall and flop onto the ground. My heart is still racing from the previous events, and I can't seem to slow my breathing down. 

I just shot someone.

I just SHOT someone.

My hands are shaking. No, my whole body is shaking. I can't escape the feeling of the cold piece of metal strapped to my thigh. It feels like a thousand-pound weight dragging me down. The strap around it suddenly feels like it's cutting off my circulation, and I've forgotten how to breathe. I lose feeling in my legs, then my hands, and then my face. Then it all goes quiet. 

I realize at some point I laid down on the ground, and Creed is now laying on top of me. He presses his head gently but firmly down on my chest, using the pressure to bring me back to reality. We stay like this for a moment until my breathing returns to normal and I can feel my face again. Finally, I make myself sit up. Creed looks me in the eyes and whines worriedly.

"I'm okay, I promise," I say, patting his head appreciatively.

I make my way to my feet shakily, leaning on Creed for support. My hands are still a little numb, but thanks to Creed, I'm feeling much better now. I guess I just got a little overwhelmed by everything. It's probably nothing to worry about.

We make our way back to my apartment, where I close the curtains and go straight to bed, not caring that it's only 5 o'clock in the afternoon.

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