The Winds Continue: Young Justice, Zephyr Book 2

Chapter 14: Anxiety

When you wanna fangirl about Young Justice: Outsiders being confirmed in 2018 but you also have to make the chapter angsty...

This chapter gets a little intense...trigger warnings have been enabled.

I could only spend a little time mourning with the team before I had to rush out and go home.

I don't know if it was the soul-crushing knowledge that one of my best friends was dead, or the feeling of guilt that came from the fact that my ex-fiance was the one to who struck the killing blow.

It wasn't my fault, I knew that. But what other emotion was I supposed to feel?

It's not like there's a manual on 'how to deal with the love of your life murdering your best female friend'

I was so angry...And sad and...All these emotions we're building up I had no idea what I was doing. It was like my body was exploding from the inside-out, and part of me wanted it to.

Unfortunately, my stomache appeared to be the first to go. If the fact that I was puking my guts out had any indication...

It was then that I realized...I hadn't eaten in 24 hours, and that meant my stomach didn't really have anything to regurgitate. After fifteen minutes of dry-heaving, I wobilly stood up and unsteadily walked (or stumbled) to the sink where I gurgled water and splashed my face.

After a moment, I looked into the mirror and cringed. My eyes were bloodshot and...dead-looking, my hair was a bird's nest and strangly like twine, my face looked hollow, and my skin was transparent like a ghost's. In every sense, I looked dead.

As the thought crossed my mind, I cringed again.

Dead

Artemis was dead. Murdered by the hands of the man I loved. Those hands that used to comfort me...those hands that would pet my hair and stroke my cheeks...

I touched my cheek, but it almost felt...dirty. Before I could stop, my fingers began to scratch at my face...and then my head...my neck, my arms, my chest.

Why did it feel so dirty?

I continued to scratch, trying to get the feeling off my flesh. It felt like I was caked in dirt, and there were things-insects-crawling all over my skin.

My nails moved on their own, itching at my flesh. Like my fingers were separate parts of my body and were controlling themselves. But I didn't care, I just wanted the feeling to go away.

Why wasn't it going away?!

"Lina!"

Familiar hands pry mine away as I look up, staring into a familiar face.

"D-Dinah?" I whimper, staring into her blue eyes.

"Lina...what the hell do you think you're doing?" She gasps and I freeze, my brain finally realizing what I was doing.

I look down at my hands to see my fingernails lined with blood and skin tissue. My arms were bleeding, scratch marks covering my flesh.

"I-I..." I whimpered, shocked at my own actions.

"Lina...just...breathe honey." Dinah said. "Okay?"

I nodded hesitantly, letting my body fall into hers. I realized I was crying and I almost wanted to pull back so I didn't get Dinah's outfit wet but before I could, Dinah placed a hand on my head to keep it in place.

"Just breathe Lina...it's going to be okay..."

I'm sorry this chapter is so short...I am running out of angst-writing powers! Damnit I miss writing Seabreeze fluff!! On the upside...the plot's definitely going to be picking up soon...