Something's on my mind

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I shouldn't have left.

I.

Should.

Not.

Have.

Left.

He was going to find me.

He was going to hurt me so badly, but he was not going to let me die, so I was going to feel everything and oh my god he was going to-

"Hey, are you okay?"

I realized that I was sitting down.

When did that happen?

When did I start hyperventilating, and when did those hands on my shoulder get there?

"I'm Luke, can you hear me?"

I nodded and shakily looked up.

"What time i-is it?"

"It's like, 3:00 a.m. Listen, do you need he-"

I had taken off.

Fuck, 3:00 a.m?

I was going to die.

Or, at least, my mental stability would.