Make Me Forget✔

T W E N T Y T W O

Song Of The Chapter: Paralyzed- NF.

[NEXT DAY]

Anastasia's POV_

"DON'T TOUCH ME!"

I made my way out of the elevator to slowly walk up to Conor's front door, his hoodie resting over my hand, not even getting my chance to put my thoughts in proper order, before I heard Conor's scream all the way out here.

For some reason, my heart dropped.

I don't really know what is it that seems to reel me in, but I somehow always end up worried by the thought of him being unhappy, and I got to the point where I really can't unhook myself from him, or the thought of him being anything but happy.

It's like his happiness has became a portion of strength for me to get through the day, and what I heard right now showed absolute anger, and pain, and my heart immediately left my chest after that.

He made being broken look so beautiful, and that really seems to capture my attention, and steal my thoughts everytime.

Even though my body was asking me to step away, my mind... and my heart, were telling me to knock on that door, and for once, I listened to the one thing beating louder than my thoughts, and I knocked on that door too hard for a normal person.

"ALEX! OPEN THE DOOR!" I yelled, scared that there might be something wrong, and that Conor might've hurt himself by now.

As I took short, uncertain and heavy breaths, my mind busy with what it could possibly be, I was faced by a red-eyed Jack, seeming so unsure and worried... even more than me.

"What's wrong?!" I asked, eyeing the tears as they ran down his face, my vision focused on those pair of blue eyes pouring fearfully, my imagination starting to put up the worst possible events that could've possibly happened in a small time like this.

"I don't know." He burst out into tears, seeming as breathless as ever, his heartbeats audible all the way here as he spoke. "Something's wrong with Conor and I don't know what to do." He wiped his eyes to stop himself, but I didn't stand there to ask anymore questions before I bashed into Jack as I made my way inside, running through the corridor, and into the living room where I saw Conor's head in his hands, squeezing his skull hard as he paced around the room, his breath as loud and scary as the screams we hear in horror movies, his heart seeming to be a few seconds away from busting out of his chest, with Veronica standing frozen in place, obviously worried about his behaviour, not even moving to help him or calm him down.

I threw my things on the nearest object I found, just so I could run my way to him, grabbing his hands that seem glued to his hair, fixing his face still, stopping his body from making anymore movements, but I still saw the tears I was afraid of seeing.

I still saw tears streaming down his face, and I saw the classic messy hair I see almost everyday, and I saw blue turning into pitch black, and white turning into bloodshot red as his eyes snapped open to look at me, probably so out of focus to even realise who I am.

I knew what this is.

I knew exactly what's going on, without anyone having to tell me anything.

"Conor, shh." I had to whisper, because if I yelled, he's going to panic, and I know the voices he's hearing in his head right now are already unbearable to take, so adding more pressure is going to make it worse for both of us, because I don't want him to hurt himself the way he's doing right now.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" He yelled, ripping his body out of my grip, his tears not failing to fall as intensively as before, his hands appearing to be stuck in the same posture, since he really can't seem to move them, and I could feel the tension in his body stronger than ever, where the vains in his hands were clearly visible because of how much pressure he's holding back, his feet obviously too weak, yet he still chose to walk around, and refuse to sit down, but I know what I'm doing, and the only solution is not to panic, or alarm his body, because he's trying to let out the pain he's been holding, and if I stop him, I might end up harming him, and not helping him.