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Don't Stand So Close To Me

***Siobhan's POV***

I was curled up in my bed with the door locked when I heard a knock on the door. "I don't need anything, ma." this had been the third time in two hours that she came by.

"It's me." I heard a familiar whisper.

I unlocked the door, looked down at Kristen for a moment, then curled back up on my bed. She sat next to me and I stiffened.

"You weren't at school." she pointed out. "And I haven't heard from you in two days. What's wrong?"

I shook my head and buried my face into my pillow. We had been dating or nearly three months and the last thing I wanted to do was tell her about my anxiety. I knew what would happen. She would run away faster than if I told her I was a serial killer.

"Babe... I can't help if you don't tell me what's the matter." she tried to run a hand threw my hair but I pulled away. "Seriously, Siobhan, what's wrong? Did I do something?"

"Of course not." I muttered into my pillow. "You're perfect. You sing and dance and act. And on top of that, you're learning Chinese and Latin. And what can I do? I math. I can only math."

"You can science, too. And you can play guitar. And you can dye your hair without setting it on fire." she chuckled at the memory and ran a hand through her short blond hair.

"That means nothing." I felt tears well up in my eyes. "I wish I couldn't feel a damned thing..."

"No you don't..." she laid next to me and tried to wrap her arms around me but I flinched away. She got up and walked out of my room.

I began mentally beating myself up for pushing her away but then she walked back in with two mugs. She knew me so well. I sat up and took my hot chocolate from her and she sat in front of me, facing me.

"You're going to tell me what's wrong so that I know what to do. Because as of right now, I have no clue what's going on or what to do and it scares me."

I sighed, "I get really bad anxiety. I don't know why or anything. It just happens. And, you know my mom, she doesn't believe in medicating me cuz she feels like it'll turn me into a zombie."

"Some medications do that, not all." Kristen suggested as she sipped the hot chocolate too soon, burning her tongue like always.

"Try explaining that to her. But it's really not your fault an it's not something you can fix. There's just some days where I don't want to talk to humans and sometimes where I need to talk to humans. But ignore anything I say when the anxiety is bad. Yesterday I told my mom that jumping off a bridge would be helpful."

"Yikes, well, I'm here whenever you want to talk to humans. And let me know when ever you don't so that I won't bug you."

"You're pretty great, Kris." I leaned over an kissed her forehead. "I'm lucky."

"Nooooote!" She said, imitating the way my little brother said "nope." "that'd be me."