Anxiety

Chapter 16: Creatures of the Dark

A/n: Thank you to all who stuck around this long and to all the newcomers 

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I had tucked myself into bed and was sleeping peacefully when I heard my alarm go off. I groaned rolling over and slapping my hand down on it repeatedly only it didn't turn off. I sat up with a groan picking up my clock reading the time. It was four in the morning. I looked at the red numbers on my clock. I heard the alarm stop and a soft voice talking. Was that mom's phone? Who from work needed her this badly to the point they would call her on a Friday night. Well, I guess it was Saturday morning. I groaned rolling over shoving my pillow over my head only to have it stripped from me a moment later.

"I know it's late, but Louis wants your help?" Mom groaned handing me her phone. I looked at her confused at took it from her putting it to my ear. Immediately I heard the screaming coming from who I knew was S/o. He sounded like he was being tortured the way he was screaming bloody murder.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Oh Y/n. Please help us. It's been almost an hour and he won't stop. This is the longest panic attack he's had and he just screams louder every time I get near him." She sobbed. I could hear his dad trying to talk to him over his screaming and crying.

"S/o please it's me." He repeated. I heard a loud crash along with his wails.

"Oh please help us before he hurts himself." His mother sobbed.

"What am I going to do? I don't know anything about panic attacks." I told her.

"We haven't seen him have an attack since he was younger. The officer told us he had one with you yesterday well he was driving you two to the station and you calmed him down. Please." She sobbed. I heard another crash and S/o's dad cuss.

"Alright, I'll be right over," I told her. I hung up the phone handing it to my mother.

"Do you want me to drive you?" She yawned.

"No, they are only a block away. Ill run." I told her and run I did. As if I was being chased by a creepy man down the streets I ran for my life. S/o was a mess these past couple days and I never knew what his life had been like until now, not until I had saved him from the side of the school building. I could hear his screaming from the driveway. Neighbours were on the porch.

"Mrs, what is going on in there. My children are trying to sleep." The neighbour complained.

"I am really sorry ma'am. I am sure you know S/o lives here and he is currently having a panic attack. I am really sorry your children can't sleep I will try to get him to calm down." I told her as I walked to the porch.

"Are you his doctor?" She questioned me.

"No, I'm just a friend." I nodded opening the door. My ears started ringing with his cries and screams. It made me want to cry. I had let myself in but I wasn't prepared for what was going on inside.

"Please help us." His mother cried from the stairs. I dropped my back taking off my shoes quickly and ran up the stairs to where I could hear the screaming. S/o's dad had pained him to the floor to stop him from hurting himself. He was thrashing aggressively and screaming for him to get off.

"Don't bite me. I don't taste good. I want to live. Please." He was screaming repeatedly. His face was red from how much he was overworking himself. Multiple things had been knocked over and S/o's dad was started to form a bruise on his arm.

"Please get off him. You might hurt him." I yelled at his crying.

"He might hurt himself or someone around him. He's already punched me. I don't want him to punch you." He yelled.

"Just do it," I yelled. He huffed quickly getting away from S/o who crawled to the foot of his bed sobbing and wailing.

"Do you know what caused this?" I questioned.

"He had a nightmare but I guess it was too much for him and now he's having a panic attack." His dad groaned. He looked like he wanted a beer.

"Every Time either of us goes near him he just screams and thrashes louder." His mom cried demonstrating. S/o pushed himself backwards. His eyes were extremely dilated. I walked closer to him and he pushed harder against the end of the bed. I walked slowly trying not to startle him. He took a swing at me and before his parents could react I caught his wrist and let it go again. He still screamed loudly at me and went in for another punch. I caught his hand and held it there. Not hard enough to hurt him. He moved his hand away. I had never seen someone act so weird. I sat down in front of him slowly. I crossed my legs. He cried and screamed at me.

"Don't hurt me. Go away. You're scaring me." He cried. It was as if he was seeing something that wasn't there. I sighed grabbing him which made him only cry more. His face was soaked.

"Don't do that he might hurt you." His mother said.

"Than let him. I'm not going to react. He probably has a lot of built up anger." He looked at me with teary eyes. I heard the door open and close. I reached out wrapping my arms around him locking his arms where they were so he couldn't punch me. I pulled him into my lap hugging him close to me. He cried and squirmed and yelled at me to let him go and not to hurt him, but he was hurting me more than I could hurt him. His head fell into the crook of my neck and as if that was his trigger point he stopped screaming at me to let him go. I let go of his arms, sliding them around his waist feeling how thin he was. He stopped screaming. It was only large sobs and cries now. His mother held her breath waiting to see if he would let out another blasted scream.

"Louis?" I heard my mother call. So that was how the door had opened. S/o continued to cry into my neck. His tears were hot and I felt the burning sensation on my skin. His sobs calmed as I cradled him, rocking my upper body slowly and soothingly. His parents left the room to talk to my mother.

"Y/n?" He whimpered. I hummed in answer. "What are you doing here?" He blubbered. He was still crying softly.