Marcus & Martinus Imagines

62: martinus • "anixety"

Music: Ben Cocks' So Cold

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"I-I cannot breathe", I wishpered.
"H-help", I said.
"I cannot breathe", I said getting up from the bed.
I looked around myself, I did not see anyone around me who would have helped me. I took deep breaths and I kept looking around me to find my phone.

I wanted to call him.

I needed to call him.

But the problem was, did he want me to call him?

I saw my phone over my nightstand and I grabbed it on my hand. I knew I was not at home. I knew I was not at any safe place, but I also knew where I was.

I tried to open the screen of the phone as fastly as I was able to, but it was harder than I thought, my hands sweating like a waterfall and my heart aching taking over of me.

I finally did it, I opened the phone and I went to search his name from my contacts.

I felt a warm, or actually hot, tear on my cheek, because of anxiety, and because I was scared, and I did not know what was going to happen me next.

"Answer", I begged when I put the phone on my ear. I knew I had to speak as quietly as possible, and I did. But I still knew he will wake up, and be very angry for me.

"Hi, Martinus here, who is there?" the voice said.

He did not have my number. So probably he had forget me already.

"Y/N", I answered, my voice and whole body shaking, and be ready to explose, fall down to the floor.

"I-I cannot breathe", I contiuned before he said something.

"I cannot..", I repeated and I started crying.

"Where are you?" I heard Martinus' worried voice.

"At dad's", I wishpered over the crying.

"I cannot be here, I hate being here and if he wakes up..", I started.

"Shh, Y/N, I will pick you up, take everything you need I will come here", I heard his warm voice. That soft and warm voice made me always comfortable. I knew he could not ever hurt me, but then he broke up with me. But it was not about me, it was about him, because he was always touring, and never at home.

"You do not understand", I said to the phone and I tried to calm down taking deep and calmly breaths and opening my eyes, and staring in a one point at my room.

"I understand more than you know", I heard him.

"I agree with you, your dad is an asshole, he came to see me after our break up", he contiuned. I started crying again.

"I am so sorry", I said, because I knew what he had done.

"It is totally okay, listen to me Y/N, you will come with me here and you will stay here, we will get the ride of him as soon as possible", he said as calmly as he did when we were together. I cannot understand how I was still alive without him.

"Honey, I love you and you know that and I am glad you called, so please, do what I ask", I heard his voice after few seconds. I did not answer immediately, because I remembered how broken I was when he left, when he broek up with me. Since then I have not talked with him. I have not wanted, and he had not too. I think it has been better like that, that we have been living our own lifes. Even we both have feelings.

"Y/L?" he asked.

"I am here Martinus", I said when I came back to the real world.

"Pack your bag and I will be there in fifteen minutes", he said.

"Okay", I answered, still not to sure what to do or say. But what I knew, that the feeling I could not breathing went away.

"Okay, so I will text you", he said before he cut off the phone.

"Wait", I said before he did it.

"Yes?" I heard his still worried sound tone in his voice.

"I-I.. love you more than anything", I wishpered as quietly as I was able to.

"I love you more than I love singing Y/N".

Hi again! :)