Breathe

by AlexThinksAboutLife

Falling is a strange sensation. But the landing is worse. Especially when you suffer from anxiety and a fear of death. But maybe a certain skeleton is just what the doctor ordered? Bad summary. sorry. -the oc is the reader ... not all chapters will be as short as the first one, its just for dramatic effect!

1. Chapter 1

Hello! My name is Alex and I'm trying to write this fanfic! Okay so this probably going to deal with some intense stuff like body hate or depression and definitely anxiety, panic attacks and fear of death. I will tag these but please if any of these themes are going to cause you harm do not read this fic. Alright. Feel free to comment and follow me on Tumblr Alexthinksaboutlife to give me thoughts, ideas, feedback and find out when new chapters will be out. With that, I give you my fanfic!

Breathe

Falling. I'm falling. I don't recall if I screamed. In that moment all I could see, hear, think…was I'm going to die. Now before we go any further, I am not the type of person that has many fears. Im not afraid of spiders, ghosts, dogs, heights, lizards you name it. But I am very afraid of death. It has been the cause of me being jerked awake many a night, been the cause of many a panic attack. My throat closed up and tears were falling down my face and disappearing into the darkness.

Please don't let me die.

Please don't let me die.

Please don't let me die.

I felt the familiar sense of panic stir in the pit of my stomach. Oh no no no. I took a deep breath. In and out. In and out. I kept falling. How long had I been falling now? It was hard to tell in the inky blackness. I prayed that the falling would never end. Maybe it wouldn't. Maybe I'd fall forever. Then I saw a speck of gold rushing towards me. Maybe I was already dead?

Then…I hit the ground.

THUD.

I opened my eyes. My head throbbed and my eyesight was blurry. I could only faintly glimpse what looked like a golden flower…with a face?

I stretched towards it. "H-help…"

But nobody came.