Hi. I'm Sara and this is my first fanfiction! Yay...or not. I hope you enjoy and feel free to critique. (To a certain extent) Anyways, I hope you enjoy and have a wonderful day.
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I could feel the walls closing in. Every breath took more mental effort than I had to give. I closed my eyes and covered my ears. The music was blaring and I couldn't see through the haze of tears.
I tried my hardest to breath. A friend of mine had shown me a way to slow your breathing. I tried to remember how to do it but failed miserably. It had something to do with breathing and holding and releasing for a certain number of seconds and my brain was too much of a mess to count. Or remember the numbers involved.
Why had I agreed to come to this party. I mean, I hate crowds and get these hellish panic attacks. How did I think this was going to turn out? Not to mention I bloody despise pop music and that's ALL they seemed to play. And why was it turned up so loudly. That on top of the hundreds of conversations buzzing around nw was almost to much to bare.
Why had I come to this party. A mutual aquantince had invited me. He had art with my...well...I guess he was my best friend considering I had no other friends, Patrick Stump. He was originally going to go to this hell hole with me, but had to cancel due to a 12 page biology report that was due tomarrow, that he had not yet started.
I shouldn't have come. Never again. NEVER AGAIN. NEVER. NEVER. NEVER. Ok breath Gerard, breath, I told myself. Suddenly, I remembered something I had read in an article once. The brain can not freak out and count out of order at the same time. I tried to hold back my sobs as I softly spoke. "12, 74, 8, 64, 90, 50, 32, 45, 67..." And with that I could breath. I stood up quickly. Too quickly. My head spun and I struggled to remain on balance. I had not had anything to drink. It was simply a thing that happened after a bad anxiety attack. Quite a large annoyance in my life considering how often my anxiety takes over. I steadied myself and shuffled to the door.
I stood in the door jam. The cold, beautiful, starry night in front, and my own personal hell behind. I took one last quick glance over my shoulder and gingerly stepped onto the front porch. I looked at the path ahead of me and started to run like fucking hell until I reached home.
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Abominations
FanfictionGerard is an abomination. At least he thinks he is. He hates the way his hair looks. He hates his voice. He hates his severe anxiety attacks. He just simply hates himself. That is until a shy boy named Frank comes into his life and turns everything...
