"Suffocate"
Title: Suffocate
Rating: T
Pairing: Billie/Mike
Summary: Panic attack.
D/c: Still don't own anything. -.-
Inspired by the song, Suffocate. "Make it stop, I'm getting off."
Green Day.
I don't own them.
Still.
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Suffocate
Loud, so loud.
Pounding. Slamming. Explosions.
Feel my heartbeat. It hurts. So loud in my ears.
Throbbing in my head. In my ears. In my eyes.
Can’t fucking see. Tears so hot.
Can’t breathe. Chest hurts.
Chest hurts.
Eyes hurt.
Ears hurt.
Head hurts.
Can’t breathe.
Air. Need air.
Tingling. Lips are tingling. Need air.
Fingers, hands tingling.
Chest tingling.
Lungs hurt.
Lungs burn.
Fire?
No air.
Head’s spinning.
It hurts.
Make it stop...
Tears too hot.
Can’t breathe.
Going to die?
Can’t breathe.
Need air.
Need help?
Need silence.
Too loud.
It hurts.
IT HURTS.
MAKE IT STOP.
“MAKE IT STOP!”
Mike couldn’t do anything but hold Billie Joe and try to get through to him. His racing mind had taken over again, and this time, no one was around until it was too late. Billie was hyperventilating, sobbing and closing in on himself. Mike was trying to calm him down, trying to talk to him, trying to uncurl him from his tight ball, but it was useless.
Mike kept repeating the only calming words he could think of. It was all he could do not to break down himself. He knew that Billie couldn’t hear him, and he just had to let Billie calm down on his own. He held Billie close to his chest, combing his fingers through Billie’s sweaty hair. Repeating that Billie would be okay. Hoping that Billie would be okay. Knowing that he would, but knowing that Billie was in another world right now.
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I wrote a small sequel piece to this too.
Also, check out my previous two posts to see lovely icons I made. :)
-J X
Rating: T
Pairing: Billie/Mike
Summary: Panic attack.
D/c: Still don't own anything. -.-
Inspired by the song, Suffocate. "Make it stop, I'm getting off."
Green Day.
I don't own them.
Still.
--
Suffocate
Loud, so loud.
Pounding. Slamming. Explosions.
Feel my heartbeat. It hurts. So loud in my ears.
Throbbing in my head. In my ears. In my eyes.
Can’t fucking see. Tears so hot.
Can’t breathe. Chest hurts.
Chest hurts.
Eyes hurt.
Ears hurt.
Head hurts.
Can’t breathe.
Air. Need air.
Tingling. Lips are tingling. Need air.
Fingers, hands tingling.
Chest tingling.
Lungs hurt.
Lungs burn.
Fire?
No air.
Head’s spinning.
It hurts.
Make it stop...
Tears too hot.
Can’t breathe.
Going to die?
Can’t breathe.
Need air.
Need help?
Need silence.
Too loud.
It hurts.
IT HURTS.
MAKE IT STOP.
“MAKE IT STOP!”
Mike couldn’t do anything but hold Billie Joe and try to get through to him. His racing mind had taken over again, and this time, no one was around until it was too late. Billie was hyperventilating, sobbing and closing in on himself. Mike was trying to calm him down, trying to talk to him, trying to uncurl him from his tight ball, but it was useless.
Mike kept repeating the only calming words he could think of. It was all he could do not to break down himself. He knew that Billie couldn’t hear him, and he just had to let Billie calm down on his own. He held Billie close to his chest, combing his fingers through Billie’s sweaty hair. Repeating that Billie would be okay. Hoping that Billie would be okay. Knowing that he would, but knowing that Billie was in another world right now.
--
I wrote a small sequel piece to this too.
Also, check out my previous two posts to see lovely icons I made. :)
-J X