Misty
I sat up quickly to the sound of quick and heavy breathing, and turned to see Michael in tears beside me.
"Baby, Michael, What's wrong? What happened?"
I didn't get a reply, he just remained hyperventilating with a reddened face as if I was never there.
I moved myself so I was sitting on his legs, and I held his face in my hands, "Michael, look at me, look, see? Look," I tried to get eye contact, but he refused.
"Michael, you're okay. Breathe. Just breathe," He tried to, and was succeeding for a while before the attack started again. But he knew I was there now and pulled me closer to him, his breathing slowly but surely calming down as he rested his chin on my shoulder.
I let him compose himself whilst rubbing his back, and he coughed before wiping his face. He pulled away and his face was still highlighted red, as were his eyes.
"What happened baby?" I asked, in a soothing tone as I held his hot cheeks with my hands,
He shook his head and looked down, holding my hand tighter than ever before.
"I think I'm going insane, Misty." He said very lowly, but he sounded serious.
"W-Why?"
"I don't- I hear knocking all the time. And it's not like the- there's anyone it's just knocking. Knocking everywhere, and I can't take it. I feel so paranoid,"
"When did this start?" I asked, stroking his jawline with my thumb,
"I heard something faintly yesterday, but I- I-" He cleared his throat, "I was awoken by it this morning. I went to get the door and there was nobody there. I thought it was a joke, so I started walking and it happened again. I ran to the door, and there was still nobody. I shrugged it off and came back to lay down, then it started again. But it wasn't one door, it was all of them. I can't live with that, it just stopped. Everything was silent. I'm so scared, Misty."
"Trauma." I answered shortly, "I think, anyway. Trauma, that is."
He looked at me questioningly, and I thought to elaborate; "You've been through a lot, it's catching up now. It will all be over soon, okay? You might experience some very.. unexplainable things. But I'm going to be here. I love you, and I don't want to see you in this state again, alright?" I had tears in my eyes from witnessing his panic attack, and I brought him into another hug,
"Okay." He said quietly, but he sounded pained. Which hurt me just as much.
He soon fell asleep on my shoulder, and I took the opportunity to get myself ready. I wore black leggings with a deep purple oversized jumper, and when I was done he was still asleep.
Then I heard knocking, but this time, there was someone really there.
"Estello," I said grimly as he walked, uninvited, into my apartment.
"Angelica," He replied, smirking.
"Don't call me that,"
"Speaking of calling people things, I haven't called for you recently, noticed? And you shouldn't give my name out like that, either." He said, puffing out some smoke which I fanned away.
"Only Michael knows, no big deal. He works for you, remember?" I said, still flatly.
"Been useless so far, where is he?"
"Why?" I snapped quickly,
"Alright, calm down love," He laughed from his chest, "Crazy yet?"
"What have you done?" I said through gritted teeth, feeling anger building up inside of me,
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