Short stories :)

Communication

warnings: yelling, angst but comfort at the end. NOT proofread lol, there might be swearing?
Boygenius mentioned :)

"Write a story about a character who struggles to translate their thoughts and feelings into words and action."

I knew I was gonna burst. She just kept asking and asking.
"Seriously, what is wrong with you? We're worried about you." She says, meaning her and my other friends. I started to feel my face get hot as I realized how embarrassing this actually is. Oh my god. I can feel my chest start to rise and fall. How do I tell them? All three of them are staring at me. Like I'm some vase that shattered on the ground, wondering who is gonna clean it up first.
"You don't get it." I mumble, my voice daring to break at any moment.
"But we do." My other friend says.
"NO, you don't! I don't know how to communicate well! AT ALL."I say yelling, feeling my throat tear at every syllable. I clench my fists as I prepare myself for the lecture that is to come about how they have been through stuff too. I know they have but It doesn't change the fact that I feel like I'm drowning. I knew the moment I said this it would end bad. I know what all three of them have gone through, especially Julien.
"You guys don't understand what It's like to feel like this!" I exclaimed.
"Are you serious right now? Yes we DO!" Phoebe yelled back to me.
"SO WHY DOES IT FEEL LIKE YOU DON"T PAY ATTENTION?" I yelled. I know they do pay attention to me. I'm just in a moment right now.
"Oh but we do. We get it nice and clear! You know what all of us have been through. Maybe it's not as bad or we went through more, BUT WE ARE STILL HERE FOR YOU." Julien screamed. She can get so loud but I know she cares, it's just at this moment I wasn't thinking that. I felt hot tears start to stream down my face, I hate when people yell, and I hate when I have to yell. I'm staring at my feet as my hands turn into fists. I hate when people yell at me it makes me feel like a little kid again.
"WHY AM I LIKE THIS?" I scream. Now the next thing I did I will admit I am not proud of.
"You're going to be okay" Lucy says, being the median of all of us. Feeling hot tears running down my face even more like venom coming out of my eyes. My fist collides with the wall, making a hole in my wall. Pain instantly sprang through my hand as I collapsed on the ground sobbing with heavy breaths. Clawing at my chest as I feel like my body is falling in on itself. Julien ran over to me.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey It's okay, what do you need from us?" She asks, peeling my hands off my face.
"Can you just hug me?" I ask with my voice warringing.
"Okay." She says. They all crouch down next to me. My head is spinning, everything is spinning. I wanna scream and take a nap. That would be cool if I could do both.