Detroit: Become Human {ONE SHOTS}

~>Connor✓ Bad Emotions<~

Anxiety....

One of the emotions Connor didn't know too much about....

Of course he knew it was a form of a human emotion of some sort, but he never felt what it was like to have this horrid emotion ....

It was nothing like anger....
Nothing like joy.....
Nothing like sadness....
Nothing like love....
Nothing like hatred....
Nothing like jealousy....
Nothing like happiness....

Nothing that anyone without it understood....

Connor didn't have a clue in his software as of why he was feeling this way.... He just felt alone....

He was currently in Lieutenant Hank Anderson's bathroom, crying....

Hank was out while walking Sumo so Connor was alone...

He was sitting on the side of the bathtub, holding his head in his hands.

He was crying his optical units out.... And he hated the fact that he didn't know why....

He felt numerous emotions at once....

Anger. Towards the reason that he didn't know why he was crying....
Fear. Towards the reason that he was alone, and that no one was there to help him cope through this....
Hate. Towards himself as to why he was acting this way....

His breathing was heavy, and numerous times it hitched in his throat which caused a bit of pain. His cheeks was stained with tear streaks. His hair was messy due to him running his hands through his hair, out of frustration and also trying to calm himself down. He still didn't know what to do....

He was about to do the only thing he could think of to make this horrid pain go away....

He unbuttoned his shirt and placed his hand over his blue heart....

He gripped his fingers on it... About to pull it out of his chest.... Trying to do ANYTHING to make this feeling go away....

Before he was able to pull it out of his chest, he heard a door slam shut....

It startled him, making him flinch and release his hands from his blue heart and to his ears.... He was trying to block out any other noises....

However, he did hear a muffled voice....

"Hey, Connor! I'm back from taking Sumo out! Where the hell are ya?!"

He knew it was Hank.... He wanted to immediately respond.... He wanted to move and go latch on to his fellow colleague, and or good friend, and never let go.... But he couldn't.... He couldn't move.... He just stayed sitting on the side of the bathtub, sobbing uncontrollably....

His breathing became even more uneven, it hitched in his throat more frequently. His sobs began to hit the floor as he continued to hold his head in his hands. His hair was even messier than before, this being caused by his frustration mostly.... He didn't care about helping himself anymore.... He didn't care about killing himself anymore.... He just wanted to stop before anyone saw him like this....