A story about Grayson Harrington fighting for the love of Max Mayfield while trying to keep the demons in her head at bay. Who said it wouldn't be an Obsession trying to keep Vecna away?
Max Mayfield x Female OC
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Max curled her fingers around either side of the sink with her uneven breaths of air echoing throughout the rusty adorned walls of the bathroom. The redhead furrowed her eyebrows, franticly wiping the ends of her eyes with her sleeves. Her jaw trembled as her mind drifted off to the troubled brunette. Her blue eyes were clouded with emotion that even she couldn't understand. It was killing her.
The girl shrugged off her backpack, placing it on the edge of the sink with her shaky fingers fumbling with the metal zippers. "Cmon" Max gritted through her teeth as tears continued spilling from her eyes. "Shit, shit, shit!" She yelled out in frustration as her hands franticly dug through her bag. The redhead dumped her belongings on the dirty floor, scattering for the rattling pill bottle with a small sigh.
Her nimble fingers fought the top open as her eyes made it their job to ignore her reflection filled to the brim with anxiety. Max tipped the bottle on its side, shaking it as two bright pills came rolling out to her open palm. Her chest fell in an unsteady motion while her mouth opened willingly inviting the drugs down her throat.
Max shut the pill bottle, placing it down on the sink before dropping to the floor, gathering her unfinished work from the bathroom tiles. The poorly lit bathroom made it hard to pinpoint her missing work but she managed. She always managed. It was something she and Grayson had in common.
The redhead shoved the poorly stack of papers into her bag before slinging it over her shoulder, jabbing the pill bottle into her pocket. Loud coughing filled the semi empty room as Max furrowed her eyebrows, slowly turning on the heels of her shoes. "Hey," she called out, fidgeting with her fingers. "Are you all right?"
Chrissy leaned her forehead against the bathroom stall, shutting her eyes as the lights blared down at her with dread. "Yeah— Yes, I'm..." she paused, wiping the corners of her mouth with her sleeve. "I'm fine" she muttered, scrunching up her face at the sound of another persons voice.
Max shifted in her spot taking a few strides towards the last stall with concern written all over her face. "Okay, um..." she lowered her voice, dragging a hand down her face as she slowly cleared her throat. "You're sure?" She asked, placing her palm on the stall. The cheerleader rose her voice with spite. "Please, just go away"
Max pressed the tip of her tongue against the roof of her mouth, nodding her head with hesitation before quietly walking out of the restroom without muttered another single word. Chrissy waited for the door to slam shut before reaching for the metal handle, pulling down on it. She scrunched up her face as a loud pounding was heard behind her.
"Are you deaf? I said go away" she remarked, turning towards the plastic door barely hanging on its rusted hinges. "Chrissy?" A familiar voice echoed throughout the semi empty bathroom. The strawberry blonde haired girl froze in her spot as her eyes widened with visible fear. "Chrissy?" It repeated this time with vigor.
