"𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬" 𝐦.𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝟐. Will you be my bunny?

"Will you be my bunny?"

Matt isn't crazy. Seriously. But no one believes him.

TW: stalking, blood, mental breakdown, delusions, damaged mental health, panic attack, mentioned pedophilia and rape, anxiety, obsession, fighting (let me know if I should add anything else :>)

Author's note: well english is not my first language so im sorry for any mistakes or smth else. IM NOT ROMANTIZING AND SUPPORTING ANY BEHAVIORS ETC IN THAT FIC

EVERYTHING IS A FICTION! love you!

Matt was not fond of parties. Not only that, he hated them. At the thought of loud music, sweaty and drunk people and all the drugs that rolled everywhere made him shudder.

Still, he managed to talk his way into their good friend Harry's twenty-second birthday party.

However, when he woke up on that November morning he immediately regretted that decision. An unpleasant feeling in his stomach had been burning him practically since yesterday. He had a premonition. He knew something was going to go wrong.

Or rather, his subconscious told him so.

Huh, it was forgotten to mention that Matthew Sturniolo had suffered from extreme anxiety since his teenage years. It manifested itself worst in high school. Constant panic attacks, the thought of school put him in a state of panic dissociation. But he finished high school a good few years ago. The illness diminished, yes, but it was always there. It hid in his mind and came out at the least expected and appropriate moments.

He should have listened to his brothers that day. They immediately noticed his absent and anxious state and practically immediately advised him against going to their friend's lavish house party. The middle triplet, however, only waved his hand. His disturbed mentality simply created endless frightening scenarios, so to calm his brothers as well as himself, he took a single pill to ease his anxiety.

The feeling didn't go away. It dimmed slightly, but being in the middle of a large house, with twinkling lights, people playing and loud music, he immediately regretted his stubbornness. His pride nevertheless could not be offended and he simply listened with a forced smile to the chatter of his friends about.... fuck knows what. He hid his twitching leg under the long table, tucked his other knee up to his chest and rested his chin on it. He pounded the insides of his hands with the shreds of his nails. His breath escaped more and more each second.

He felt like he was in the school bathroom again, unable to catch his breath. He remembered how once it was so bad that he was taken by an ambulance that was called by a panicked Chris. After time, both of his brothers learned to soothe his even worst panic attacks. Well, they also learned to read him like a book.

He shuddered with his whole body as he felt a discreet poke at his knee. Chris frowned at him with a worried eyebrow, he also caught Nicolas glancing at him anxiously.

- "What's wrong, Matt? - whispered the younger man quietly, so that only Matthew could hear him.

He wanted to let the air out, but the oxygen was stuck in his lungs.

He had to get away from here.

- No, uhm," muttered Matt ochrily, trying to control his panic. - I'm just tired. I'll go.. I'll go to the bathroom. - He muttered, lifting himself up on weak legs.

It was evident that his brother did not believe him, but he nodded with a slight doubt.

- Okay, if something happens, text me, okay? - he asked, although it sounded more like a stern command.