HIDDEN PAIN 𐦍 GarrothXReader

47| Pity Party

     When I was ten I fell into a fire-ant hill. 

The entire experience was just... painstaking. 

I felt like I was burning from the inside out.

That is how I feel right now.

I ache.

And there's nothing I can do to stop it.

At any moment I feel as if I'm going to blackout, but I'm fighting hard to keep myself awake. Fighting hard to fill my lungs with the air they need.

Slowly, my hand moves across the concrete, stopping each time a shaky whimper escapes my lips.

My hands weakly pull my phone from my pocket, hearing it clatter onto the ground from my fingers not being able to hold onto it.

A small whine escapes me as I squeeze my eyes shut, lying still for a moment as I try to prepare myself for the moves I'm about to make.

I jerk my arm out towards my phone, my hand squeezing the brims as I sit there, cringing with tears falling from my eyes.

Always this particular day something bad happens to me. Makes fifteen years in a row.

Small cries echo down the alleyway, gasps of air filling my lungs as I do my best to compose myself. I don't wanna cry. However, everything hurts too damn much.

I let out a sharp breath, watching the cloud of vapor disappear into the night. I'm going to pass out. I can feel the darkness coming so I need to call someone... and fast.

But everyone said not to call them. 

My finger scrolls through my contacts list, softly crying as names I can't call pop up. Then only one remains.

Would he even pick up?

Would he even care?

Well, he's the only person I've got.

I'm going to regret this.

The dial sound rings through my ears like an alarm clock, the sound seemingly going on forever until it stops and there's some silence. Who will talk first?

  "What do you want, Y/N," I nearly wail tears of joy, a small sob hiccuping from me instead. "Hello?"

  "Help me." I croak. I wince at the pain in my chest, scrunching up my face, and gritting my teeth. "Please."

  "Ask Garroth, I'm busy."

  "L... Laurence, please, you're the only one... who's p... picked up." I choke out. The line goes silent before there's a heavy sigh.

  "Be quick,"

  "I can't move." My voice catches real quick, almost like I've lost my voice.

  "What?" I open my mouth but nothing seems to come out. "(Y/N)? What do you mean you can't move?" A gust of wind kisses my neck, almost putting me to sleep. "Hello? Where are you?"

I carefully look around, seeing nothing but the alley and tiny black spots. "(Y/N)?" Eventually, I give up on trying to look and let out a sob, feeling so weak and helpless.

  "I'm gonna die," And for the first time in my life, I'm not ready for it.

  "Calm down and breathe. Just tell me where you are," I think hard and long, trying to retrace my steps and remember the street signs I saw as I was walking.

  "3rd and Main? Alley-" I gasp when my body slightly moves, biting down on my tongue hard enough to the point where I taste blood.

My chest burns and aches, so much so it feels like it's crushing me. And that's why I'm not able to breathe.