What If? (Merome Fanfiction) (Discontinued)

Chapter 3: Why didn't you tell me?

(Mitch's POV)

"Mitch? Biggums, what's happening?" My breathing was getting more ragged as every second passed by, but time felt like it was slowing down. I put my hand up to my heart and started pulling at my hoodie. Jerome was still asking questions but I couldn't hear them. When I'm having a panic attack I can't think straight. He started to shake me. That just made it worse. Bad thoughts were flashing through my head at miraculous speeds. I can feel my heart in my chest.

"Make it stop. Make it stop. MAKE IT STOP." I began to whisper, but I started to scream the last part.

I think this is the worst one I have had yet. "Whyyyyyy?" I continued sobbing. I must look pathetic. Yeah Mitch. You're nothing but a stupid pathetic freak, and you deserve to die a slow painful death. Why haven't you just died already? Maybe my mind is right. I couldn't make out anything Jerome was trying to say to me.

I simultaneously leaped up from my sitting position and started darting up the stairs. I could hear Jerome's footsteps behind me, but I didn't care. I'm just a fuck up. I am a waste of breath. No one will miss me if I go. Negative thoughts kept pouring into my train of thoughts. I found that it is easier to let the negative thoughts consume me rather than trying to continuously fight them off. I've grown a custom to grabbing my blade and slicing into my delicate soft skin. The softness helps it slice further into me.

I bolted straight towards my bathroom and didn't even bother that Jerome was literally inches away way from me. As I reached to open the cabinet an arm snatched around me and held me close. This has to be Jerome, but why would he try to help me. I'm just the fucked up gay fag. Sobs started racking through my excuse of a body again as I fell and into his chest, breathing heavily. "Why didn't you tell me?" Jerome whispered into my ear, and that is the last thing I remember before passing out from hyperventilating.

*Time skip of Merome*

W-what? Where am I? I awoke in a bed, but it didn't feel anything like my bed at all. As I opened my eyes I was met by a doctor in a lab coat with a clipboard in hand. Shit. No. Really Jerome were you that worried about me. I thought as I doubted Jerome's faith in me.

"Mr..." The doctor looked down at his clipboard. "Mr. Hughes right?" I managed to squeak out a faint yes.

"Mr. Hughes do you know what happened to you?" He asked, but I could tell he just wanted to get this over with so he could go home sooner. I started thinking about Jerome and how he looked so worried. The doctor that I still don't know the name of snapped his fingers, and that was enough to get me out of my 'little' trance.

"I'm sorry Doctor," I paused for a second.

"Dr. Sterner." He told me with a kind smile. Maybe he isn't that bad.

"Dr. Sterner could you r-repeat the question?" I ask with a hint of embarrassment.

"Oh yeah. Umm. I asked if you knew what happened to you." He stated in a polite manner glancing at the clipboard yet again.

"It uh... Was a... um... a-a panic attack." I answered hesitantly leaning my head to the right trying to avoid eye contact, only to see a note labeled in big bubble letters To:Mitch From:Jerome

The doctor shook his head at my answer and with that he walked out not saying another word. Silence filled the room. I thought I waited long enough to open up the note. I reached over only to wince in pain. What the fuck is this? I thought as I looked at my arms, and I was staring at the bandages that somehow snuck their way onto my arms. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. This can't be happening. Does he know? What did he say? What will he say to me? What if I ruined in this time?

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So sorry it took so long to update, but I wanted to make it good, and not all blah *barf noises* and short
Bye peoples see you in the next chapter