"I'm so scared," he cried with his head in his hands.
You sat next to him and pulled him into a hug, letting him rest his head against his chest. "What are you scared of?"
He was quiet for a while and you could feel him shaking before he actually said anything.
"I-I'm scared of everything... I'm scared of t-telling someone what I'm going through, I'm scared of telling them h-how I spend hours crying because I feel so alone, how I feel so lost and empty on the inside," he paused for a moment to take a shaky breath and scoot in, closer to your warmth. "I'm s-scared to tell them how I no longer have any a-aspirations or see a future for myself, how their hurtful words eat me up inside, h-how I can no longer feel emotions. I feel- I feel dead. I feel numb and bitter and dark on the inside."
You listened to him talk while slowly rocking him back and forth and wrapping your arms tighter around him. Every now and then, a tear would cascade down his cheeks but you wiped it away with your thumb.
Suddenly, he stopped talking and turned his head towards you. His eyes were red and swollen and even when they were filled with sorrow, they sparkled. You almost didn't hear him say his next words because he was barely talking above a whisper.
"I don't want your sympathy and I don't think I want your help. I'm scared that you'll judge me and ignore me and think that I'm mad. I'm scared that you'll leave me too," he said quietly, never breaking eye contact with you. " I'm afraid to tell you because it's engulfed me so much. I'm in this whirlpool of self-hate which has sucked me in and prevents me from opening my mouth and telling anyone. Please," he begged, clinging onto your shirt and hiding his face in the fabric, "please do something because I don't want to carry on like this anymore."
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General Fiction"What's wrong with me?" He cried out, tearing his fingers through his hair and visibly shaking. Your eyes softened when you looked at him, so broken.
