Savior | ?*REWRITE*? MELLO X OC

Chapter Twenty-Two: Breakdown

Holly was my first female friend, and that girl was otherworldly. She was fun, beautiful and always made the mood lighter. We were so much alike and she brought me out of my shell a lot, I'll always be thankful for that.

I love all of them to death, I would fucking die for any of them. They're my family, the one I always wanted. Matt and I chose our family, and that's the boys. I never wanted to be taken away from them, but even when I thought I was safe, the inevitable happened. A few days after being in my room, I thought there was no way anyone could get inside.

Mello was attached to me by the goddamn hip, and so was Matty. L would check in periodically, and he'd talk to me whenever I was having a panic attack. It was hard, and that constant feeling of dread in my stomach never went away. It was like a bomb getting ready to go off, and at any second I would've blown up.

L sat on my bed next to me, the boys scattered around my room while I sobbed. I seen BB that night outside, lurking in the shadows like he did. The cops once again didn't find him, and that sent me into a downward spiral of panic. Hyperventilating, L gave me a big hug as I cried into his chest.

"This is fucking bullshit," Matt muttered, angry and pacing around my room. "They should've gotten him by now, what the fuck are they even doing? Look at her dude, this is killing me seeing her like this." He looked at me and frowned, and I only cried harder on L. I was losing my breath, and my chest was squeezing so tight I thought I was dying.

The pounding in my chest didn't stop, it only got worse. The sobbing was uncontrollable, and the world around me seemed to melt away. L fully wrapped his arms around me, trying to comfort me in some way. I rested my head on his chest, trying to hide my face that was red and tear stained. I couldn't breathe. This was the breakdown that was building up.

"They will get him, this will be over soon. I promise." L said with slight worry in his words. "Whatever happens Willow, don't stop fighting. You're smarter than you think, you can get through anything."

"I-I can't," My voice broke, my throat scratchy and sore. "I'm gonna fucking die. W-what if I just do it myself? Take away the chance for him to do it." I spoke frantically, getting off of my bed and looking around for some sort of knife, or something to do the job. My mind wasn't in the right state, my eyes were wide and red and everything in my head was jumbled.

I rummaged through my drawers, almost in a manic state and ready to just do the job myself. Near looked at me from the floor, eyes wide and anxious just from watching me. I was losing it, seeing him just set me off and I felt almost psychotic.

"Wil, stop!" Matt yelled as I grabbed my pocket knife, flicking the blade out and sobbing hysterically. The light shined off of the silver blade, sharp with flowers engraved in the sides. Matt grabbed me from behind, pulling me into him as Mello snatched the knife out of my hand swiftly. I fell to the ground on my knees, the never ending tears falling from my eyes.

Near sat next to me and patted me on the back, Mello got angry if he even looked at me but he said nothing. I was losing it, and they just comforted me. If they didn't stop me, I would've pressed that blade to my wrist until crimson seeped out and I was unresponsive. It was an impulse decision, and at the time I wanted to fucking die.

"L, get those motherfuckers to find him or I'll go hunt him down myself. She's scared to fucking death, and they're just sitting on their asses? Call Naomi, get her the fuck down here. Someone who actually knows what they're doing needs to deal with this, the cops are fucking nothing." My brother exclaimed, crouching down next to me and hugging me.