After school, you took me out to our favorite Café. You told me to sit down while you ordered our drinks. I obeyed. While you were gone, they came back.
They said horrible things to me, worse then before. Had you not come back when you did, I would've had another anxiety attack.
"Chocolate Mint Mocha," you say as you sit across from me. You had a smoothie; you've never liked coffee.
"Are you sure you're okay (y/n)?" you ask me, sipping your drink, "That's the third attack this month."
"I'm just overwhelmed, that's all," I answer, spooning most of the whip cream off and putting it in your drink. I liked having the bit of cream, you liked the extra.
"If you say so," you say, then your eyes light up, "Wanna come over tonight?"
I feel my entire attitude at that suggestion.
"Yeah!" I reply excitedly.
You probably think it's just because we haven't spent as much time together lately. That's not it entirely.
Whenever I'm with you, the voices leave me alone.
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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
