𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂, 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘰

𝚟𝚒𝚒𝚒. ❝ ʜᴏᴡ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɪ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ❞

CHAPTER EIGHT!

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ , 𝒞 𝑅 𝒴 𝐵 𝒜 𝐵 𝒴

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❝ 𝕀 𝕂ℕ𝕆𝕎 𝕀'𝕃𝕃 𝔽𝔸𝕃𝕃 𝕀ℕ 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼 𝕎𝕀𝕋ℍ 𝕐𝕆𝕌 𝔹𝔸𝔹𝕐 ❞

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 worst aspects of my depression is that when it's too strong, I can't do absolutely anything to make it stop. No matter how hard I try.

I found myself zoning out during the movie. I wasn't super interested in it anyway, it was an action romance.

I sat there, blankly staring at the seats in front of mine, just thinking. I guess chris noticed 'cause he nudged my arm a little and asked me if I was okay.

I just nodded my head 'yes'. Not sure if it was convincing but I also don't care.

I felt my body temperature rise and my hands started to shake. I was fighting the urge to cry and my chest got tighter.

I got up from my seat quickly to get some air, I felt like the theater was closing in on me.

"Where're you going?"

I didn't answer, just looked held up my pointer finger up, signifying that I would be quick. If I spoke I knew I was gonna burst into tears.

I made it to the, luckily, empty bathroom and trapped myself in one of the small stalls in the middle so I wouldn't seem suspicious.

I shuffled over to the sink and switched on the cold side of the faucet, splashing a little on the back of my neck and my bare face.

I started to look for my phone before realizing shortly after that I left it in my seat.

Goddamnit.

Not having my phone on me made this panic attack so much worse so I quickly tried to shake off any unwanted feelings and headed back in.

"Took you long enough." I heard the boy in the seat next to mine say, "You left your phone."

"Shut up." I said back as I started to aggressively shake my leg up and down.

I guess he noticed that too because he looked down and furrowed his eyebrows, almost like he's trying to read me.

"Are you okay?"

I just nodded my head, attempting to limit my words since I'm on the edge of the cliff that are my feelings.

"You wanna come with me to get some snacks?"

"I'm good." I say back, staring directly in front of me.

"Oh, that's too bad." He says as he grabs my arm and drags us both out to the concession stands.