I had an anxiety attack in the middle of class.
When you found out I was in the Clinic, you ran out of soccer practice and to the office. They wouldn't let you near me. I could hear you protesting to them, saying that I was your best friend and you needed me. They told you to get back to class. I heard you grunt if frustration and stomp out.
There he goes.
He doesn't care anymore.
He shouldn't have cared in the first place.
The lack of oxygen nearly makes me pass out, when I see you at the window. You act cute and make kissy faces until I calm down.
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Whispers In The Dark
FanfictionThe voices whisper horrible truths in my ears. I wish they would tell me a beautiful lie, just once. But no such luck. They're a part of me. And the one good thing I can say about myself: I've never been a liar. Short Form Started September 21, 2016
