The Mistakes We Made

Breathe Kit, Breathe!

Ty's POV

And there he was. The boy who had starred in all of Ty's dreams for a solid 3 years straight. With his curly blonde hair and startling blue eyes, Kit sure had taken to maturity well. Ty looked down at his fluttering hands with embarrassment. He had trained his hands to not flutter when he was nervous, scared or angry, but Kit's presence seemed to blow all that training out the window. Ty looked back up at Kit and saw his face soften. Kit stretched out his hand as if to take Ty's shaking ones in his own but thought better of it and balled into a fist and withdrew it quickly. Ty's gaze moved from where his hand previously was and up to his face, his eyes. His pupils were rapidly dilating and contracting, and his skin had turned a deathly grey. Kit stumbled back to lean on the frame of the door.

"Kit?" Ty heard Jem ask behind him, "Are you okay?" Kit looked past Ty and at Jem.

"I-I-I'm f-fine." He stuttered, clearly not okay.

"Are you sure?" Ty asked tentatively, stepping towards Kit slightly. Kit's head snapped up at his words and he took a step back, away from Ty.

Kit's POV

"Why would you care?" Kit spat out, "You haven't cared about me for 6 whole years. 6 years Ty! Even as teenagers with nothing really to lose, when you cast me aside, I felt like my world had ended, my LIFE had ended. But you didn't care, no. You just used me for..." Kit trailed off before he could mention the resurrection. While he didn't say all that he wanted to say, Kit's words clearly hit their mark as he saw Ty recoil in shock. "I can't. I-I-I can't. I'm s-sorry Jem." He panted.

 He turned and stumbled up the stairs. He turned and stumbled up the stairs. The blood pounded in his ears. His heart thudded in his chest. His hands shook. His feet tingled. His vision disfigured as if he were looking through a fish-eye lens. He had to get away He managed to get to his room before collapsing on the floor in front of his bed. Panting, Kit, tried to recall when we had last had a panic attack. It had been a few years ago when Mina had gotten sick and the doctors from Institutes all over the world were sure she wasn't going to make it. But Tessa had been there, rubbing small circles on Kit's back, calming him, helping him. No one's here now for me. Kit thought. And it's not like anyone will be there for me when I'm at the L.A Institute.
 

 His He managed to get to his room before collapsing on the floor in front of his bed. Panting, Kit, tried to recall when we had last had a panic attack. It had been a few years ago when Mina had gotten sick and the doctors from Institutes all over the world were sure she wasn't going to make it. But Tessa had been there, rubbing small circles on Kit's back, calming him, helping him. No one's here now for me. Kit thought. And it's not like anyone will be there for me when I'm at the L.A Institute.

Suddenly, Kit felt a light pressure on his back. He instantly relaxed and tried to look up at Jem or Tessa. But the eyes he saw staring intently back at him, filled with an unrequited love that Kit couldn't quite place, he knew that the person helping him feel like he wasn't going to die, was not either if his parents. But the one man that could afflict such emotions upon him and cause him to have such awful mental breakdowns. The one man who was the source of all Kit's problems. He realised he had curled himself into the fetal position, so he got up hastily, wiping away evidence of tears he hadn't remembered shedding.

Ty stood up stiffly from where he was crouching beside Kit. "I..I Je- Mr Carstairs wanted for me to find you and tell you that we will be leaving in 5 minutes, if that's okay?" He told Kit formally. "But if your having second thoughts about coming that's okay too." He added quickly.

"No. No. I-um... I'm coming." Kit said, pushing aside the screaming voices in his head that he should shove Ty out the door and lock him out forever. Instead of actually doing that, Kit decided to do it mentally. He gathered up all the memories of Ty that had been haunting him for 6 years and shoved them inside an imaginary safe, completed with an imaginary lock and key. He then threw that key into an imaginary version of the Mariana Trench.

Feeling accomplished, Kit grabbed his bag and made his way down the stairs, trying really hard not to trip down them because that would be really embarrassing. Why didn't I do that sooner? He wondered. I feel...lighter!

(Mysterious Creature of which you guys nothing about..yet's POV)

It could not move. But it could see, smell and sense. As the group of females went past, laughing, chattering, its pulse quickened. But it could not move.

Yet.