water. // lance mcclain x reader [complete.]

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"what's wrong?" you laid down and closed your eyes as you laid on the weird bed.

"i-i don't know," you replied honestly. you weren't sure why your parents had brought you here anyways. 

"tell me, miss (l/n) what do you fear?" 

"nothing, really." you shrugged and yawned a little in response. 

"hm, are you ⓢⓒⓐⓡⓔⓓ of clowns?"

"not much,"

"heights?"

"kinda, but they don't bother me that much,"

"water?"

and then it was as if a switch flipped in you. your eyes widened and your hands went straight to your neck.

-WARNING: DROWNING DIALOGUE AHEAD! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THIS CONTENT!-

 it felt like you couldn't breathe, you could feel the salt in your throat. the suffocation. the realization of drowning. you started screaming, as the therapist dropped his clipboard.

he ran over to you and did a couple of breathing exercises. 

"3... 2... 1... breathe with me," he said. you looked at him, still clutching your shirt tightly but nodded. 

  "3... 2... 1... breathe with me," he repeated and you felt it starting to take effect.

"3... 2... 1... ฿ⱤɆ₳₮ⱧɆ ₩ł₮Ⱨ ₥Ɇ," you bolted your eyes open and saw that you were no longer in the room, but rather in the ocean. the therapist had bubbles coming out of his mouth and you screamed in fright. you jerked your body and began panicking. the water flooding your throat once more like that fateful day.

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"₥ł₴₴ (Ⱡ/₦)," you could hear the fateful yelling, but couldn't make anything out of it. you were still panicking. 

"ɱเรร (ℓ/ɳ)," you heard it again, but still couldn't make anything of it.

"(ꌩ/ꈤ)!!!" you blinked your eyes and you were no longer in water. you saw your parents at the front of the door, your mother's face brimming with tears and your father having a panicked look on his face. they ran over to you and that was when you realized you were on the ground.

they both hugged you gently, before your dad took your hand and you got up. 

that was your first and last time with a therapist...