storms

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(ELLA'S POV)

It's raining heavily outside. The thunder is so loud. As a kid, storms were honestly my biggest fear. I used to cry when it stormed. Now, as a grown adult, this fear has only became worse. I get anxiety attacks.

I'm sitting on my bed, wrapped up in my blanket. Aaron is laying down next to me. He doesn't know I have this fear. I always kept this fear kind of a secret, not that I'm ashamed of it. I just don't like being seen as weak, or scared. I'm not saying that having fears makes you weak, it just makes me feel like that. People have very high expectations of me. I have lots of power. I have fought very powerful people. People would assume that I'm fearless. But that's obviously not true.

I have never heard thunder this loud before. It was easy to hide my fear then, because the storms weren't very strong. This one is. I start hyperventilating. I feel my heart beating fast in my chest. I suddenly go blind. I feel Aaron's hands on me. "Hey, Ella. It's okay. I got you. I promise. Nothing's going to happen" He reassures me. He lays my head on his chest and I cling to him. He gently rubs my back, attempting to calm me down. "It's okay. I've got you" he says. We stay there for a few minutes, allowing ourselves to breath.

"I never knew you were scared of storms" he says. "I always was. The storms just weren't heavy enough to give me an anxiety attack" I tell him. "I also used to try to hide it. I mean, not necessarily hide it, just not show it. It's just that, people expect so much from me". He places a kiss on my head, running his fingers through my hair.

I look up at Aaron. "Aaron" I say. He looks at me. "Yes, love?" he asks. "Can you make sure all the windows and doors are closed tightly?" I ask. "Yes, of course" he says. He gets up and walks over to all the window in the room and makes sure they are closed tightly. He then walks to the door and places towels under it, just in case. As he's walking back to the bed, I say "And the outlets, make sure those are closed". He smiles at me and walks over to the outlets. "Close the electricity before you plug it out" I say. He turns ofF the electricity then plugs all the chargers out. "Thank you" I tell him. He walks over to the bed again, sit down beside me and kisses me. "I love you" he says. "I love you too" I reply. He lays down and rests my head on his chest, my forehead pressed against his neck. We spend the rest of the night like that. 

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