He's coming for me, to exploit me. He's learned my secrets and now he's coming. My lungs are filling with toxic air and can't seem to work, my legs feeling as if they are being stabbed. My vision is blurry and I'm slowing. No, he's going to catch me. He can't, I can't let him. He reaches me and catches me in a deadly grip, where I fall to the ground and everything is black. Where my lungs stop my heart, and the violins and cellos are finished with a fading legato bow. WARNINGS/TRIGGERS- Anxiety/Anxiety Attacks, Depression, Smut, Crude Language, Gay Slurs, violence/abuse, gay in general, gore (ish not really), character death. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY ANY OF THESE, PLEASE STAY SAFE ^-^