you're the sky that i fell through ♡ j2

you're the sky that i fell through

Jared was having a shitty day. Everything, from breakfast this morning to the assessment in Biology had gone about as wrong as it could have possibly gone. He had been on edge all day, he'd been irritatingly fidgety and his stomach was churning wildly. He had to get out, go home before everything bubbling in his chest boiled over.

Lunch was ok. Lunch, he could get through without too much of a problem, just sit in the library and read, calm the fuck down, and relax enough to get through one hour of algebra before he could escape to an empty house and go to sleep, forget this whole mess of a day ever even happened.

But, Jared was having a shitty day, and shitty days never go as planned.

When he made his stumbling way to the library, a pink post-it note was on the door with an apology, saying that the librarian had run into some 'personal issues' and that the library would be closed until next week. Ok, so that set him back on his feel a little. He could deal with that, though, no reason to freak out, just go to his next lesson, sit in there and read a book, everything's fine, right? Everything's fine.

He was repeating dumb shit like that right up until there was a bang, and suddenly he was up against a locker with an arm tight across his chest, and an angry face so close to his that he could smell their cheap weed and feel the puffs of breath they were letting out. He was pressing on Jared too hard, there was too much contact, too many things happening at once. His senses were spiking terrifyingly high and he just wanted to scream, tear at his skin and run until he couldn't feel anything anymore.

"So, you're the retarded pussy fag everyone's talking about."

Jared struggled, kicking out with a whimper. "Lemme go." His mind was shutting down, going into fight or flight mode, he needed to get away, he was going to lose it if he couldn't get away. 

Blinking back tears with a gasp, Jared struggled again, helpless to this stupid footballers strength. The guy just grinned, sweat glistening on his face, blond hair plastered to his forehead and his football kit slung on a bag over his shoulder.

"Nah, fags like you don't deserve to walk around, what if you start looking at my ass or something?"

It was the same shit he's heard a thousand times before, it didn't even make literary sense, but Jared throat closed up, and his eyes were wet and fuckshitfuck he couldn't fucking breath. It was too much, too fucking much.

With one last half hearted attempt at a kick, he caught the footballer at a weak point and managed to slip under his arm and make a break for it before the guy even knew what had happened.

He heard footballer yell, "Fucking faggot!" After him, but no footsteps followed, which meant he'd been let off easy today.

With gasp of air, and a choked sob, he rounded the corner and didn't stop running until he stumbled into the boys restroom and collapsed in one of the changing cubicles, too panicked to even think about locking the door.

His whole body was closing in on itself, chest and throat constricting, hands trembling and his face crumpling as quiet, breathless sobs escaped his lips and sat heavy in the empty room. The only air he got was in the form desperate, short gasps of breath between each cry.

Jared let out a high whining noise, his hands were flapping wildly and every now and then, his wrist would hit the wall and the pain blossoming helped to sooth him a little. In the end he stopped flapping and just started hitting his arms against the tiles on the bathroom wall, yelping at the pain but not being able to stop himself from doing it again.

"Hello? Someone there?" A gentle voice cut through the empty room.

Fuck. Jared tensed, trying to stay quiet, but his body betrayed him and he drew in a gasp of breath, followed by a cry that he'd managed to quieten to a desperate whine. He cursed himself and hit the wall again, barely able to hold back his scream.