Useless (A Hank Zipzer FanFiction)

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Hiiiii, I'm back on a computer again, so formatting might change a little, sorry about that. Also, do you want something to happen between Hank and Amber? Personally I quite like that idea, although I don't know if you would want that. Please leave every single one o your suggestions below, as I'm currently experiencing some terrible writers block. Thankyouuuu

"I'm here, Hank, and I always will be."
"But what if you go?"

Let me give you some context. Hank was having a panic attack on a school hike, boring I know. I am currently trying to calm him down, however nothing seems to be working. I'm about to go for the next best thing, however I don't really want to do it. Oh well, there's a first time for everything.

"Hank." I turned his head to look at me. I was looking into his grey eyes, that had sunken in further and further since Frankie had fallen into a coma. "Hank, look at me."
"Those who look at me die, though."
"No, Hank. People that look at you don't die, people whose time has come die. Even if that time was brought forward by something. Not looking at someone."
"Prove it."
"Tell me five things you can see, go on, just five."
"Um... You, that poster board behind you, umm, those books." Hank abruptly stopped, "That bookshelf that the books are on, and that bin."
"Okay, now, tell me four things that you can touch." Hank had already started to calm down, although I was determined to make sure that he learnt the grounding exercise I had learnt to deal with my panic attacks.
"Good," I looked at him, and tears were escaping his eyes, however he didn't seem to be so riled up, "Hank, looking at me, tell me three things that you can hear."
"You, Ms. Adolf screaming, and Ashely approaching us behind you." Turned around to see if he was telling the truth, and sure enough, Ashely was walking up to me, a phone pressed to her ear and talking to somebody that made her blush. Maybe it was Troye, she has a massive crush on the guy, its almost pathetic, don't tell her I said that though.

Hank had calmed down completely by then, and Ashley was practically dragging us down the hall so that we weren't late for math. Boring. We were at the door, when suddenly Nick left the classroom, there were tears in his eyes, and he seemed to be mumbling something. I went up to the teacher and told him that I was going to look for Nick and try to help him, however he seemed to be paying no attention to me at all, so I just left.

Nick seemed to be looking at something on his phone, and every time he looked at it another sob broke through the strong facade that he had put up to other people. I approached quietly behind him, and looked at what was on his phone. It was only one picture. I quickly put my hand over his mouth and took the phone from him. His reflexes were so slow, however, that I managed to take a good look at the picture before Nick realized that he could've been getting kidnapped. Epic fail.

I threw a punch. Blocked. He tried to roundhouse kick me. I was surprised that he could actually pull one off however I had jerked his leg down and was on top of him before he could execute what could've been a perfect kick. Gottcha. He suddenly pushed me off him and pulled out a gun. A gun. Where did he even get that from? At well, time to show myself. I pulled off my balaclava and Nick lowered the gun. Yet he pushed back up again and fired. Everything turned white, and a figure materialized in front of me, seemingly out of thin air. It spoke, yet it's lips weren't moving. I recognized the voice, yet I had no idea from where. But it was saying something. Chanting something. "Tell the girl." It said, seemingly coming from the inside of my skull. "Tell the girl." This time it seemed more forceful, and eventually it took over my mind.
Tell.
The.
Girl.

Tell her.

I woke up with a start, and there were three faces around me, though only one of them did I actually want to see