Cursive - punk lp au - ((on hold))

4 - Forget About it

4 - Forget About it

Shannon's POV.

They tried to be helpful. They tried to be polite. But I knew the drill. The ambulance arrived and like usual I fought off their sincerity. I didn't need this, I wasn't sick, or mental, or anything... Just nervous.

It's nothing. Honestly. I'm normal.

The bar's emptiness was gone. The old men were startled, the ambulance was here, and so was what looked like Nick's manger. There was noise everywhere. I had made a scene and looked weak.

Nick was by my side gently holding my elbow with his shaky hands. I had obviously scared him. He was extremely pale, and was acting as if I was glass, as if I would break at any moment. If you ask me, he needed the EMTs more than I did.

I shrugged him off quickly and stood there, red faced infront of everyone.

"Ma'am, we are going to have to take you with us." They said.

"It won't be for too long." They said.

I didn't want to leave with them. I just wanted Tahnee to get here. I wanted to go home and curl up and read a book.

"No, sir, you don't understand, I don't need medical attention. I'm fine really." I said, trying to reason with the man who had a strong hold on my shoulder.

He looked at me, obviously doubting my statement.

"Sir, I apologise for the mis- communication. I really am sorry for the wasted time." I said to the man pulling my arm from his grasp still smiling. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have classes at Stanford tomorrow and I must be going. Thank you for your concern."

"Ma'am I don't think I can't let you leave." He said. He didn't care about me. This was just his job. This was something he had to do.

"I think," I whispered, so that nobody could hear but him, "it would be easier for everyone if you just let me leave. It'll stop wasting both our time."

He looked at me, looked around to see if any of his coworkers were looking, and then he shooed me away. He let me go.

I turn quickly and walk to the front door that only moments ago gave me a panic attack. I slip out quietly and leave poor Nick to deal with the situation all by himself.

I sit on a nearby bench and swing my feet back and forth.

The street is no longer desolate, it is busy: people are out and kids are laughing; it's like a whole other world. I want to laugh at my stupidity from earlier, but I'll have to leave that to Tahnee.

My heart is beating at a fine pace, and I'm sure my cheeks are back to their original color. The whole thing really was my fault for making a big deal out of nothing.

Nathan is never coming back. I have to forget about him.

My face is rather warm from the heat radiating off of the sun and my body is sticking to Harry's rather large clothing. The concrete feels nice against my callused feet as I sit, waiting for Tahnee.

This morning was a mistake. I knew the breathing exercises and the meditation skills. I just didn't apply them.

I regret ever coming to that stupid party. I really only went because my friends hosted it. I have no need for these distractions. I need to focus on becoming an American citizen before my visa expires and I also have to focus on school.

Yeah... That's it, school.

I can't let strong, well built, tattooed boys with dark brown eyes get in the way of my future.