Growing Up With Him- Conor Maynard Fan Fic

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Conor's whole concert, I'm back stage sobbing and having an anxiety and panic attack. I can't calm myself down. I cry for 3 hours straight. I feel the crowd of people still surrounding me. Conor finally finished. I clean my running makeup.
"You did great, Conor." I say giving him a high five.
"Thanks, Baby." Conor says packing up some things. The car takes us back home. Well at least me. Conor had to goto the office. I go home. I open the door and no ones there. I'm all alone for who knows how long. I run into my room and just cry and cry. The panic rushes through my body again. Images of Jacob pop up in my head which make me freak out more and more until I can't take it. I grab a razor blade and slide my wrist. It hurts like hell. I panic. I'm so scared. My breath is so fast. I just want to go away. I sit there, on my floor sobbing. My phone is blowing up with calls but I'm to scared to answer any of them. Make it go away. Make the images stop. Make the panic stop. I scream at the top of my lungs. It won't stop popping up everything. Hot tears pour down my face. I cry so loud I'm surprised none of our neighbors called the cops. I quickly get up and grab some of my panic attack pills and take them. I slowly calm down. I crawl into my bed, wanting to die. I kick off my shoes and decide the fall asleep.