Don't Touch Me

supernova-5

Patricks pov

I waved goodbye to Pete and started walking my way home. Once there I unlock the door and walk in. I wave to my mother and go to my room, I let out a breath I held when I walked into my house. Today is Monday I have therapy with Judy in an hour.

I changed my clothes took a shower and clean my room before I even think about leaving. I was late, but Judy doesn't care I'm always late because how could I leave when there are germs in my room or leave without my germ-X. I walked into the building and sat on a chair. I stared at nothing in particular until my name was called (I've never been to therapy so don't hate on me for not knowing what they would ask)

"How are you, Patrick? Describe your overall mood since I last saw you." Judy spoke like always "I don't feel...good? But I don't feel bad." "and why is that?"

I thought about it for a moment "I don't really know" "what do you think would make you feel happier?" "I don't know what would make me happier, Maybe a friend that could understand my phobias," Judy wrote down in her notebook. "have you made any progress in that sense?" "Um yes... I met a boy, he helped me with one of my panic attacks."

"speaking of, how many have you had since we last talked?" "two?" I think that's right. 'Good that is good progress, how's your sleep schedule?" I paused "it's better?" "explain..." "well, i-" a ringing sound went off. "oh no, well Patrick our session is over, next time try to get here earlier so we can chat more, okay?" Judy said in a kind warm-hearted voice. "okay Judy." I got up and left the room.

Pete's Pov

I walked past that same building. the one that Patrick told me he goes too. I don't know when or for how long, but he does come here. I walked past the doorway when someone bumped into me and fell to the floor. I looked down and saw a tearful, wide-eyed Patrick. His heavy breathing slowed when we made eye contact, he was still having a panic attack but it was a little less than the first time. Odd? "Patrick, you have to breath okay?" I went fishing through his bag for his germ-x bottle.

After like five minutes he calmed down and I took him to the park by the abandoned amusement park. "Hey Patrick do you think things that are abandoned things are dirty?" he fake pondered the question before he said yes as if it were obvious. 'Well, do you want to go to your worst nightmare?" I asked and before he could answer I started walking to the entrance of the old dreary park.

Patrick is a little nervous about crossing the no trespassing sign. " hey Pete I have a weird question. " he spoke to me as we ducked under the tipped over swing ride. "Sure" "this might be weird, but you know how stars get too stressed and then explode?" he asked and I nodded to keep hearing his point. We walked to an old prize booth and saw stuffed animals that looked almost burned.

"Well, when that happens it creates this beautiful death trap called a supernova... I think I am the supernova." we walked toward a carousel that was half in the ground "why do you say that Patrick." he sighed " well I get so stressed when people touch me so people can't get close to me, the only difference is I'm not beautiful." I looked him in the eyes and spoke again "I think you're beautiful." where the hell did that come from? Whatever it's true.