Noels Gay Support Group
Monique🥀🖤: GUYS
Monique🥀🖤: HELP
Monique🥀🖤: I FUCKED UP
Monique🥀🖤: SO SO BAD
Mischa>:): what haopened???
Mischa>:): u ok?
Monique🥀🖤: NO
Monique🥀🖤: MY CRUSH FUCKINF KISSED ME
water: wait you and mischa met up??
Monique🥀🖤: I DONT HAVE A CRUSJ ON MISCHA
water: mhm suuuuuure
Monique🥀🖤: STFU
Monique🥀🖤: IM HAVINGA C RISSI
Mischa>:): what did u fo when he kiseed you??,
Monique🥀🖤: I LEFT
Monique🥀🖤: IM SUCH A DICK
Monique🥀🖤: I COMPLETELU LEFT HIM THERE AND HE LOOMMD SO HURT
Monique🥀🖤: WHAT THE RUFK WAS I THINKING
Monique🥀🖤: I SWEAR TO GOD
Monique🥀🖤: IM ACC GONNA FHCKING KMS
Mischa>:): Noel its ok
Mischa>:): He'lll forgive u
Monique🥀🖤: HE WINT
Monique🥀🖤: I DINR HAVE JIS NUMBER SI I CAN'T APOLOGISE
Monique🥀🖤: IM SO FUKINF STUPID
Monique🥀🖤: FYCKS SSKE
Mischa>:): noel
Mischa>:): calm down
Monique🥀🖤: I CANT
Mischa>:): noel im not mad at yoi
Monique🥀🖤: WHY WOULD YOU BE
Mischa>:): calm down, its ok
Monique🥀🖤: NO ITS NOT CAUEE.OM GONNA FUCKING DIE ALONE
Mischa>:): no you aren't
Monique🥀🖤: UES I WILL
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Noel slammed his phone down o his bed and watched as it sprung off to land on the floor. He sunk against his wall, pressing his head against the wall and sitting in a painful silence.
His breathing pace increased, his lungs grew and shrank as he felt them feel like they were going to cave in on itself.
fuck, he was having another panic attack.
He rarely got them anymore; but it'd been happening ever since he was a kid. It was usually when his mum was here. She herself was a trigger for him; along with things he'd had a not so pleasant history with, like alcohol for example.
he heard a knock on the door, a firm fist hitting the wood.
he panicked. if this was his mum he was surely in for one, especially if she saw him like this.
"noel, are you okay?"
it was mischa. well, noel didn't know it was him, but you get the idea.
"g-go away.." his voice was sore and he choked on a sob, reaching shaking for his phone again.
"noel i'm only here to help."
"FUCK OFF!!"
the other side of the door went silent.
hours passed.
noel sat on his room, sunk onto the floor with deeper cuts sunk into his wrist.
mischa sat on noels porch.
he hadn't left.
he quickly stood up again, heading back again towards that solid oak door that stood so intimidating in its frame, looming over mischa casting a shadow over him.
he knocked on it again.
"noel..?"
the man opened the door, a black stain of mascara running down his cheek, his eyes red from tears.
"im sorry im sorry im sorry.." he mumbled, his words getting breathier each time.
Mischa looked over the boy, scanning the situation.
and thats when he saw the blood.
YOU ARE READING
Rtc Chatfic-ish (nischa)
Comédiethey're online besties, noone knows eachother. Mischa gets added by constance and from there who knows what happens.. cover by me :)
