Pressure (A Matthew Healy story)

I want the sky

Guys before you yell at me,I'm sorry I gave an empty promise . It's just so much has been going on I have regents and all I know it's not an excuse and I'm truly sorry today was the last day of school for me and I have regents all week I'm just stressed but again I'm sorry . If this update is too short I'm also sorry I'm just a wreck and I don't know how many times I'm gonna say I'm sorry but I am 😥

*Flashback continued*

I had to follow that chick. She was attractive and fearless attracting me even further . I started after the girl and she was dashing down the street I had to pick up my speed because I didn't want to lose her.

I saw her brunette hair turn the corner. I had to start running or i would lose her.

I was arms length from her and I extended my arm trying to reach for her . I was excited and anxious but would never say it I had to be the cool one .

As I was extending my arm to reach for her she whipped around and tried to hit me . I was able to grab her arm and instantly I felt this girl was different.

"Hey beautiful I won't hurt you I'd seen what you did to that perverted shit was back there and decided to follow you " No matter how calm and collected that sounded in my head I was a fucking wreck.

"Wait... Who are you ?"

Her lips were so pale and dry but I still wanted to kiss her. Her eyes were the color of leaves just before they turned green . I was lost in her features and I was glad I'd followed her.

"Me?, I'm Matthew call me Matt."

*flashback over*

I was so lost in thought that when I looked up I realized I lost sight of Luc.

"FUCK!!" I didn't want her to think I stopped. I hate admitting this to myself but I think I'm falling for Luc.

Luc P.O.V

I was beginning to lose energy . I felt Like I was about to pass out in the middle of the city. I could've believe I ran this far. I've done nothing wrong so why am I running as if I'm at fault . I turned and to no surprise Matt had stopped running after me . I guess he decided u wasn't worth the chase after all. I couldn't even walk , my legs were so numb . I sat on the random bench nearby . I put my head in my hands and didn't have the strength mentally or physically to lift it up anymore.

I had thought Matt was so cool. I never meet or even seen someone as endearing as him . Not even close. The way he holds his cigarette is beautiful. The way he smokes is mesmerizing . I couldn't think of my last 3 weeks without him . I even thought I loved him. But then again the mind plays crazy games on you .

I looked up to find no settling sun , no stars, just the endless dark sky above me. I felt like staring forever until my eyes closed on their own but I can't even get that .

"Hey bitch ! "

I turned to find a raggedy man who looks in his mid 30's with blood shot eyes .

I had absolutely no patience for this mans drunkard stupidity. I was at my peek at this point .

"I'll give you 30 seconds to get the fuck out my face and have a good night . Or I could bash your fucking face in with this pipe right next to me . Which is it ?"

There wasn't a pipe next to me it was more like a broken broom stick that looked like a pipe it could last for one.

"Little lady I no think you should be the one giving "options" .

This bastard couldn't even say a simple sentence clearly. I was getting pissed off. I grabbed the pretend pipe and put it in a position in which it looked like a baseball bat.

"I'll play baseball with you fucking skull buddy how many innings you think it'll take until you're bleeding out?"

This fucking weirdo crept towards me with the dirtiest grin on his face. That gave me the signal to start the game. I swung at him with so much force behind the swing. I think too much force because the fucking broom stick flew out my hands.

"Guysss shessss a tuff one "

I really think this guys illiterate slurring was pissing me off more than the harassment itself.

I began to get my boxing stance because I don't want this guy to give me a run for my money . I start making my way toward him all swift and neat . Before I could throw the first punch a hand grabs my wrist stopping me at full force.

"GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME I'LL SCREAM MY FUCKING HEAD OFF!!!" I bit whoever was fucking holding my wrist and was not letting go like a pit pull. I felt a sudden tugged at my hair dragging me to the ground . I started flipping out kicking, screaming ,and punching . I would never admit this to anyone in a million of years but I began wishing Matt was there to save me. I swiftly closed my eyes just wanting and waiting everything to be over .

I felt as of I was a in another world . I heard actual metal pipes and screams of pain . I felt painless and felt a layer or warmth . I heard a distant voice saying the same thing over and over .

"I'm sorry " It said in between sobs. "I'm sorry " , "I'm sorry "..