Five Feet Closer- Sequel to Five Feet Apart-

STELLA

I went back to my house. Will ignored my text, which I kinda expected. I sighed, opening the door to my room. 

The picture of lungs that Abby drew  greeted me the second I stepped through the doorway. God, I missed her.

I collapsed on my bed, tears threatening to break free. I wanted to text Poe. I wanted to call Abby. I wanted to fix my parents marriage once and for all. I wanted to live longer then 5 years with Will. 

We can't always get what we want. 

I jumped up, feeling a sudden surge of anger flood through my body. I stared at my light blue wall, and for some reason I felt like it was mocking me. I slammed my fist into it, feeling the pain and relief of punching something. I was never really a violent person. 

But I lost control. 

I kept slamming my fist into the wall, ignoring the throbbing pain that laced my knuckles. I screamed, throwing my fist at the wall harder. I stopped when I saw  a blood spatter on the baby blue wall. I stared at it, like it would suddenly disappear. 

"Stella?!"

I knew it was Will. His frightened voice filled the room. 

I ignored him and raised my fist at the wall again. 

"Oh my god..." I heard Will say before his footsteps echoed throughout the room, as he ran to me. I felt his strong hands grab both of my wrists, and he pulled me against his chest, his legs propping himself up against the side of the bed. His hands and legs restrained me. 

I tried to fight my way out of his grasp, kicking and screaming. "Let me go!"

"No," Will snapped. "Not until you stop. Listen to me, Stella." Will began whispering. "I love you, I love you."

I gave up, choking on a sob. I stopped fighting, letting Will have full control. I fell through his legs, and shrank to my knees on the carpet.

Will followed me down, and gently took my bloodied hand. He used his other arm to wrap around my shoulder and pull me to him.  "It's okay, Stella."

"No," I shook my head violently. "It's not."

"Relax, and breathe, Stella." Will spoke soothingly. "I'm right here."

"In five years you won't be." I fisted his t-shirt. 

"Don't say that," Will held me closer. "Don't say that."

I inspected my knuckles. They were bleeding, but it could have been worse.

"Where's your mom?" Will asked. 

"She's out." I responded. 

"Are you good now?" Will caressed my cheek. "If you are, let's go deal with your hand."

I nodded. "Yeah."

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Will cleaned up my hand, and he led me to the bed. "Just rest for a bit."

"Can you stay?" I asked, looking up at him. 

"Are you sure?"

"I need you right now, Will." I climbed in the bed, Will behind me.

"Then of course." Will laid down, and ran his fingers through my hair.

I cleared my throat. "Thank you. For stopping me."

"Hey," Will sighed. "You saved me. I'll save you."

I kissed him softly, and then I let sleep take over my body.