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Jeremy X Extremely Anxious!Reader - Anxious

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(Will be told from Reader's POV. This is also vent writing. I've felt horribly anxious for the past two hours.)

Jeremy X Extremely Anxious!Reader - Anxious

I sat on my bed, tugging at my hair harshly as my breathing quickened. I felt like crying and felt very light headed. Oh god, why is this happening? It's so scary. My chest feels so restricted.

"Please make it stop," I muttered as tears pricked my eyes, I pulled out a bit of hair from my head. I whimpered as I looked at the tuft of hair in my hand. I dropped it next to me and put my hands back into my head, instead of pulling on my hair I sunk my nails into my scalp. The pain slightly comforted me but at the same time didn't. I felt pain, so this couldn't be a dream. This made my breath quicken even more.

I gave a loud sob as I let tears pour down my face. I continued to cry and soon I stopped sinking my nails into my scalp and started to harshly scratch all around my arms. It burned, but that didn't matter. Anything to get me away from this emotional pain.

I heard the door to my room open, but I didn't bother to stop crying, or wipe my tears away. I just kept scratching my arms. By now my arms were red and felt raw. I had scratched up skin and just kept scratching up more of it, trying to make myself bleed.

I felt someone quickly come over to my and hug me. This gesture made me stop scratching my arms for a second. They gently removed my hands away from my forearms and they put my hands down on my lap and let me go. I looked up to see who it was and it was my brunette best friend Jeremy. Jeremy looked worried, I could see it in his amber eyes.

"[Y/N]? Why are you hurting yourself?" he gently asked.

"E-everything," I hiccuped back.

"Why do you mean 'everything'?" he asked.

"L-life, j-just everything. I'm anxious, i-it hurts. It hurts so much!" I said, breaking out into a sob again.

Jeremy went again to hold and try to comfort me. He sat down on the bed and allowed me to cry into his shoulder. He let me go and coached me through some breathing exercises to help me calm down. Breathe in for four seconds, hold it for four seconds, let it go for four seconds, rest without taking a breath for four seconds, then take two normal breaths, if I wasn't fully calm he told me to start again until I was.

Soon enough I felt calm, my chest didn't feel restricted. Jeremy wiped away my tears and gently told me everything was going to be okay. For once since this whole thing started, I felt happy.
Being anxious isn't fun, anxiety isn't fun, panic attacks aren't fun. They hurt. I'm okay now though. I feel rather numb though.

Art: Looks like MysticBaconSlice's art style. Correct me if I'm wrong though.
Story: Me
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