anxiety

C7: I Miss You

>>Luke

Few days had slipped passed me like a snake on oil, to quick. Dylann & I chatted frequently. sometimes the boys would steal my phone to see who I would chat with, sometimes spamming her with multiple texts saying they wanted to kiss her, or just squish her (into a hug or just in general). her replies came slower and slower each day, as if she was slipping off the chair of life. the noose around her neck distracting her with negativity of some sort, about me.

I decided to skype her so she wouldn't reply multiple hours later. her face popped up on the screen. her face was luminous from the Skype screen, and the lighting from where I sat.

"Are you doing okay?" I whispered to her. she looked at me with tears falling from her eyes.

"y-yes. I-I g-guess. just wish I could hang out with more of my fans. " her words took a while to come out too.

"was it me that made you think that?" I said.

"yeah, Luke. you changed my perspective of people." she croaked.

silence.

"what time is it there?" I whispered again.

"three." she said looking at her phone.

"morning?"

"yes."

"you should sleep, anxiety."

"no."

"yes, just hook the laptop up, and set it on the chair next to your bed. sound good? and I'll be here. an if you wake up, you wake up. no big deal."

"okay, luke. whatever you say, I trust."

she moved away from the laptop, I heard some rustling. she squealed/screamed the swore silently. her back appeared on the screen, she searched the side of her bed.

"give me a minute, Lucas." she said. it took ten minutes for her to find the charger cord, and disappeared once again.

"okay, I'm going to stay-"

"Luke we have sound check and rehearsals, forget whatever you're doing! we're late!" calum screamed.

"-here..." I looked at her. tears welled up in her eyes.

"go to work, Luke. I am going to sleep." she gasped.

"Dyl- I am so-so-so-so-so sorry! I didn't-"

"just go, Lucas!" she said.

I looked down, then looked at her. dylann's blue eyes were sparkly, and dripping. "bye, anxiety. I will text you." I whispered ending the call promptly.

she nodded before ending the call. her hand was covering her mouth, and her cheeks red.

>>Dylann

I slammed my laptop with anger, anxiety, sadness, lies, and- and- and...truths. Luke just ended the call saying he had to leave for work. and then lie saying he would just be there for me! he just left. left me without saying why he was working. I pushed my laptop off my bed. "WHY." I screamed. I didn't are about who was sleeping.

my sister poked her head inside my room. "Dyl, your a little over dramatic. it was just a Skype call that ended to soon. no need to be aggressive." Brittany explained. I remembered she was watching me, because my dad was working grave yard tonight.

"BRIT- I actually love a guy. a guy that loves me back. real. he loves me for who I am. doesn't see the TTM, he sees the me that I am! and he promised to stay on skype with me until I woke up and he fell asleep- you know what he did?!? end the call with the work card!" I cried out. I was standing, shaking so hard my knees buckled. I fell to the ground hugging the stuffed animal that Luke had sent me.

"dylann, go to bed. we will talk about this tomorrow morning and I will help you. I have a boyfriend. Ben, remember? my nice guy? I'll help you later, get some sleep for me and you." Brittany suggested.

I nodded sniffling, then crawling in bed. she turned on the light to be sure I was okay.

"good night, dyl." she whispered clicking off the light. she left the door open, and went to her old room.

🎶🎶🎶

I woke with a start, as in usual books. but I heard the sound of thunder. rubbing my red, stinging eyes, I sat up. I crawled over to my windowsill and snatched up my remote. I clicked on the TV and went to the news.

in today's news, Australia has been hit with a massive explosion, right in Sydney. about three Marine ships crashed into the rocky shores of the light house. the lights of the light house weren't on. the owner said he was changing it, but the bulb broke before repair. police are questioning the owner of this lighthouse if he caused this crash. he was foreign, so they are stereotypical about this man. we will update you later, back to you, Mark.

the news reporter said. I dropped my remote. jaw dropped.

"Luke." I breathed.