Anxiety. I never quite understood why it existed. Nobody on Earth wants anxiety in their life but we can't do anything about it. We are expected to be okay all of the time and that's why I haven't left my house in 3 days.
Hello, my name is Luna Davenport and I'm 20. I've dealt with anxiety since I was about 7 when I saw my parents get murdered, pretty crazy huh? Some of the psychiatrists that I've been to say that my anxiety might be caused by the fact that the murderer hasn't been caught yet, and I've gotten threats that say he's coming for me.
I still do normal things like work, college, shopping, etc. The only difference is that I have to do all of the fun normal things with constant worry and fear at the back of my mind.
Today I had to go to college, then work, and after work was my time to worry about everything until I passed out. Before I go to college I feel like I should tell you a little about myself, so here goes nothing. Besides the fact that my name is Luna Davenport and I'm 20, before my parents died everything was great.
My parents were amazing people, my mom was a surgeon and my dad was some high-class businessman so to other people we were rich and we were but we saved it for important things. We never bragged about being rich we just acted normal and went on like everyone else.
When my parents were murdered the police said it might be for money or jealousy. Since I was the heir they now think that the murder is after me for the same thing. I wish that none of the events happened and since then I've been in foster care, orphanages, and sometimes I was on my own.
That's just some basic info but something else is that I've been on the run and I've either been moved or I've moved in fear of being found. Well, I think that's enough, for now, I better start getting ready for college.
I got out of bed and walked to my kitchen. My apartment was pretty small for even just one person but I figured it would kind of hide who I am. In the kitchen, I made myself a fruit bowl and had some almond milk.
After I finished eating I walked back to my room to get ready for a quick shower. After showering, getting dressed, and putting makeup on I was ready for the day. I grabbed my keys, purse, put my converse on and then walked out the door.
Something I forgot to mention was that I am currently living in Sydney, Austrailia under a fake name, Blair Archer. I thought having a fake name would help hide from the murder and it has so far.
I walked down the street wishing that I would've boughten a car but that would have to be in my real name which I can't do soo oh whale. Walking also helped clear my mind of all the worries plus I need exercise.
I arrived at uni early so I went to a bench on campus and sat there looking at all the birds until I had my lessons for the day.
AFTER UNI
I just got out of lessons when I realized that I was running later than usual. I ran to a coffee shop near my work and stood in line waiting for my turn to order. I heard some laughing but ignored it even though it was probably about me. The next thing I know is that someone is running out of the coffee shop on the phone. The downside is that they spilled their scorching hot coffee all over me.
I was shocked, to say the least, but that's not all, I heard laughter and camera flashes go off. That set me off in a way that I can't quite explain except for anxiety. I ran out of the shop and ran towards my house in hopes of getting there, changing, and going to work.But the guy that spilled his coffee on me had other plans.
"Hey, wait!!!!!" I stopped in my tracks and I have no idea why because I've never stopped for anyone in fear of confrontation.
He runs up to me and it took a few moments cause I guess I ran about a block away from the coffee shop.
"I'm so sorry I didn't mean to spill my coffee on you I wasn't paying attention and I was in a rush I'm sorry. Ooooo how 'bout I buy you a new shirt and a coffee?" He seemed genuine about his offer but I still had no idea who he was or what he was doing talking to a strange girl like me.
"It's fine thanks though." That's all I said before I walked away. The other guy once again had other ideas.
"My names uh it's uh Cliff." This "Cliff" guy sounded fake and it didn't help that he wore all black with a hood up and sunglasses. It was summer here like isn't he hot? I nodded my head and started to speed up in hopes that he would get the hint and leave me alone. Of course, he didn't.
"You don't talk much do you, not saying its bad I'm just saying that uh." He stuttered like a fool and from that, I could tell he was nervous.
"It's ok Cliff, listen I gotta go change and go to work I'm late so bye." He nodded and smiled at me before waving bye and walking back.
Well, that was close at least he doesn't know my name. I started to run knowing that I was late and I called my boss, Tiffany, and told her that I was going to be late and why that was. She was surprisingly ok with my reason for being late but I think that was because I work at a fashion company as an assistant and she knows what it's like to have spilt coffee on her clothes.
I got home, changed my clothes and made some coffee when all of a sudden I got a text message.
From: 924-691-8751
I will find you and I will kill you because you're a stupid girl who doesn't know how to hide from someone like me.
I wanted to cry and scream but I couldn't not now I needed to get to work and fast. I ran out of my apartment and ran a few blocks until I got to work. When I got there though my boss immediately dragged me to a room full of 4 boys and what I'm guessing is their bodyguards.
"Blair I would like your help today because these are the 5 Seconds of Summer boys and whatever they need you get ok?" I nodded my head yes because I didn't really care as long as I was making money. Also if you haven't realized by now I may be rich but I wanna earn my own money and use the "rich money" for emergencies.
One of the boys was staring at me and I'm not sure why. He had bright red hair and he seemed to be really tall. I looked away then back to see if he stopped and he had.
"Hello I'm uh B-Blair and I will be taking care of you guys today can I start you off with something?"
"Hi Blair I'm Ashton and I'll take a Banana Milkshake." I nodded and wrote it down with his name by it.
"I'm Luke and can I have pepperoni pizza please?" I smiled and wrote it down.
"Hi I'm Calum and I'll have a sweet tea please?"
"I'm Michael and I'll just have what Lukes having." He smiled at me like he's met me before how odd.
I walked away starting to head over to some local shops to find this stuff when my boss stopped me.
"I need you back in 5 minutes ok Blair cause I need your advice on the outfits that we're giving the boys." My eyes widened and I ran out of the room with my boss giggling at me while I worried about not making it in time.

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Anxiety (Michael Clifford/5SOS fanfic)
Fanficanx·i·e·ty aNGˈzīədē - noun a feeling of worry, nervousness, or unease, typically about an imminent event or something with an uncertain outcome. ~~~ Luna Davenport suffers from a slightly bad case of anxiety and can't seem to do some of the things...