Anti Did It

14.

(Y/n) POV-

"(Y/n)?" Anti called from the top of the stairs.

I listened as he ran down them and my head leaned against the wall. I sat there defeated and hopeless as my face was dried with tears. "Are you alright?" He acknowledged my expression as he sat down next to me.

He was a few inches away from me, and he seemed hesitant. It was obvious that he had no idea of what to do in this situation. I sat up straight as I wiped my face off of tears, "Yes." I monotoned.

I stood up, leaving my emotions momentarily.  "I'm going to go to my room now." I forced myself to say, clenching my jaw.

As I moved to open the door in front of me, he replied, "You don't have to hide... You know... You can talk to me." And with a gentle motion, Anti grabbed my wrist and I paused.

I felt electric shocks shoot throughout me, and my chest go big as I sucked in a breath of air. "Thank you..." I forced myself to speak.

"But I don't really want to talk... But can you walk me to my room?" I added, my expression turning soft.

What? It was true! I knew that if I talked, I wouldn't be able to control myself and everything that I was feeling would leak out. I didn't want to seem... weak in front of him. I wanted to appear strong. Heck, Micha- I didn't show him my true emotions until we had known each other for a while.

"Sure..." Anti replied, gently placing his hand on my lower back.

I ignored his actions, and just like me, he hadn't realized what he had just done. You can easily tell...

I walked forward, opening the door and pushing it open so Anti could follow me. We both slowly walked at our own similar pace, and neither of us said a word. My mind only focused on one thing, "Is Michael okay?"

Stephanie didn't really specify what happened to Michael, just that he was in a car crash and that he was in the hospital. He could be okay for all that I know of. He could be sitting in a hospital bed, eating jello with that big ol' smile that I love so much.

But he could also be de- I couldn't think it or say it. I knew that if I did, I would've... Well... I don't know.

I never thought about the chance of Michael dy- leaving me. Nor did I think that I would be pregnant and in a mental institution. I guess it was something that I expected to never happen. I mean, I knew that death would eventually happen but so soon? There was no way that he could be de- gone.

A/n -I'm trying guys, I'm trying... This is the ending of chap 13.