#millard nulling

"Please be quiet," I said outload notifying them of my appearance. "I can't even hear myself losing the will to live."

The two girls who were hugging each other turned to hug me making me panic. But I calmed down when I remember that my long dress stopped them from my curse of a peculiarity. I looked at Enoch and gave him a dead stare.

"What did you do this time?" I drawled patting the scared girls heads, thankful for my gloves I had to wear.

"I was makin sure they don't steal my homunculi again," Enoch replied with a scowl.

I let out a sigh, "Girls don't steal things that aren't yours." I then returned to look at the slightly chubby boy once more, "And Enoch, don't be so harsh on them, they may be old but their minds aren't."

"They need to grow up," He said slightly spitting.

"You interrupt my reading one more time, this book will become a lethal weapon," I threatened Enoch tapping my book to his chest.

"You could kill me in simpler ways," I heard him mumble but decided to ignore it. Enoch walked off and I focused my attention on the two girls still wrapped in my arms.

"Go on you two," I sighed out letting go of them and patting their backs. "Go have some fun outside, play with Emma or something." They gave me one last hug before running off the opposite direction of Enoch. Before I could enter the library once more someone stopped me.

"Ah, (y/n)!" The familiar voice of Millard exclaimed. "How are you on this fine evening?"

"The same as every other day," I shrugged sitting once again wanting to just go back to reading.

"Frankenstein," Millard mumbled out. "A wonderful classic." This has been going on for days...or well you know. Millard has been staying by my side like a puppy and would try to talk about anything and everything. It was unusual since I was the only person he would act this way towards. It seemed like he wanted to get to know me better yet didn't know exactly how to do it. I found it endearing and entertaining. Sometimes it got annoying though.

"One of my favorites," I replied knowing that I didn't have the heart to ignore him.

"What would you say your taste in books is?" He asked out. My who let him be so adorable. I felt a tiny smile make its way onto my face.

I shrugged, "I enjoy fiction, mostly fantasy. Dark fantasy to be more specific." Millard then proceeded to give me a few recommendations which lead to large summary's and then him fawning over books he adored. I didn't mind. I liked listening to him talk about something he enjoyed. It was even better than reading and that's saying something. It went on like this till dinner. Which lead to our bed time.

Yet I had trouble sleeping. A nightmare that has haunted me for a long time came back and it was not pleasant in the slightest.

I was wearing the usual blouse and skirt that most women wore in the days I was a child. This damn day. I can remember it so vividly. The sun shining beautifully, telling me how even on the best of days, the worst of things can happen. Then the scene changed, same day except I was inside the small apartment my family lived in. The sun poured into the house like liquid gold. It poured over me and my older sister, who stared at me with dead eyes. Dead cold eyes. I felt water rush out of my eyes as I tried to let go of her but her cold dead hands were wrapped around me, not letting go. I let out chocked sobs as she spoke to me.

"Look at what you've done (y/n)," She groaned out. "This was all your fault."

"I-I'm so sorry," I cried out. "I didn't mean to! I didn't know!"

Instead of replying she squeezed me. Squeezed me till it felt like my body was about to burst. I let out a scream and suddenly I was awake.

A gasp escaped my lips as I sat up in my bed. I felt tears cascade down my cheeks. That awful memory resurfaced as I thought about what actually happened.  I tried to cry as quietly as I felt my body shake. I still wasn't over what happened, how I fist found out about my peculiar 'talent', and I don't think I'll ever get over it. At this moment I just wanted to have someone comfort me, yet that seemed impossible. I didn't want to bother anyone plus what if I hurt them? I don't want that to happen. I left my room quietly as my cries died down. The original place I wanted to go to was the kitchen but my body brought me outside of Millard's door.

I guess I saw him as someone I could go to. Someone I could be vulnerable in front of even if I haven't before. The way he made me feel accepted and wanted was something I haven't truly felt since my sister's death. I hesitantly knocked on his door and waited for a response, if I would even get any. It was very late at the moment. Yet I heard grumbling and the door creaked open. Surprisingly he was clothed in pajamas.

"(Y/n)?" Millard asked with a groggy voice. "What's the matter? Were you crying?!" I crossed my arms and looked down at the ground suddenly feeling self conscious.

"I-uhm," I stuttered out suddenly regretting my decision. "N-nevermind, I shouldn't have bothered you." I went to turn around but Millard stopped me before I could leave. He pulled me gently into his room. He sat me on his bed and sat next to me. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and kept me in a side hug.

"Y-you don't have to tell me, but know that you can always come to me for anything," Millard said seriously.

"Thank you," I mumbled resting my head on his clothed shoulder. This felt so right and I felt myself calm significantly. It was silent for awhile before I broke it, "I had a nightmare."

Millard stayed quiet which urged me to continue. "It...it was about how I found out about my peculiarity." I never told anyone. Only Miss P knew and the previous ymbryne I was with which was Miss Glassbill. I felt him tense, probably sensing that this was in no way good, not like he thought anything that made me cry would be good.

"I was with my sister," I started. "I got cut and she was bandaging it. There was no way I could've stopped what happened next. I had no clue I was peculiar or that I would be able to hurt people with just my touch." I felt my eyes water once more and it was hard for me to get out the rest of the story. Millard rubbed my arm soothingly and I took deep breaths and continued.

"I didn't notice that she was becoming pale. All I knew at that moment was that I felt the most energized I ever had been. It was too late when I realized what was happening. She died right of me and I'm the one who killed her," I felt my chest tighten and I covered my face with my hands. "It's all my fault Millard and I can never forgive myself for what I did!"

"Don't say that," Millard whispered out. "I'm sure your sister doesn't think that, she wouldn't want you to blame yourself. You had no clue the power you held and there was no way you could've guessed. I'm sure your sister is watching over you wanting you to move on and remember only the good memories."  

I felt so many emotions. It all came pouring down. Sadness, revelation, love, forgiveness. I felt so grateful for Millard at the moment.

"Thank you Millard," I cried hugging him strongly. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you."

"I'd do anything for you," Millard said sincerely and tenderly making my heart beat irregularly. "I love you so much."

An overwhelming feeling of shock coursed through me. Which doubled when I felt his hand touch my cheek. I could feel myself absorbing his life force and I gasped out a nearly silent 'no'. I took his hand off my cheek as quickly as I could and I heard him gasp out in relief. I felt panicked as I heard him slightly pant.

"Are you okay Mill?" I asked  out hoping he was fine.

"I-I'm sorry about that," He breathed out.

"I'm the one who should be sorry," I replied covering the cheek that he previously held.

"You shouldn't be sorry about your peculiar," Millard spoke out.

"But it just hurts people I love," I argued.

"You just need to practice, I'm sure there's a way for you to control your ability," Millard explained very scholarly like. "And if I heard you right, its safe to assume that you love me back."

I felt my cheeks redden and I replied, "Y-yeah. I do love you Millard." I felt exhaustion overcome me as the need for sleep became abundant. I was about to stand up but Millard once again kept me in place.

"Stay the night?" He asked nervously.

"O-okay," I stuttered out. We laid down on his bed facing each other. I felt myself relax and my eyes closed sleepily. I felt a sudden peace hit me, like my sister was happy I was okay. I forgave myself for what I did to my sister, knowing she wouldn't want me to be so upset over it. I felt like I was on top of the world and nothing could pull me down. I knew it was dangerous but I wasn't thinking my next move through. I leaned forward slightly and gently placed my lips onto Millard's. He kissed back almost immediately and the astonishing part was that he was perfectly fine during and after. No life sucking out of him, no dying. I touched him and he was completely fine.

"Wow," Millard breathed out. I finally felt comfortable with my peculiar ability all thanks to Millard. I think I was able to subdue my ability due to strong emotions. It kind of explains the reason why my ability came when I was hurt, as a defense mechanism. I haven't touched someone after that (until Millard touched my cheek) but I also think that since I was so scared my ability was constantly 'on'. When Millard made me feel accepted and loved, that was when it turned 'off'.

Millard wrapped his arm around my waist and we slowly fell asleep. I felt the best that I have in centuries.

"O-okay," I stuttered nervously. "I-I'm (y/n) by the way."

"Emma, nice to meet you," The girl, Emma, replied. We walked to who knows where in a relatively comfortable silence. She seemed nice, just not good with people at first I guess, or under stress. We got out of the...bog (?) and ended up in front of a very intact old looking building. It looked like something from my history books! The house was very nice along with it's yard. It was filled with hedges that were cut to look like something. It was almost too nice. There seemed to be a vegetable garden along with a flower one.

An older looking women was stood in front, like she was waiting for us to come. She seemed to be in her 50's with graying hair. She wore all black in, once again, a vintage looking dress. A smile adorned her stern features as she saw us walk up to her.

"Thank you Miss Bloom," She spoke out softly. Emma nodded at the two of us and walked away. "I'm glad you made it safely Miss (l/n)."

"T-thank you," I replied fiddling with my large shirt I chose to wear.

"How about I show you to your room?" She asked, but it sounded more like a command. I nodded and she lead me upstairs. Walking down the long hallway, she stopped and opened the door to her left. Holding it open for me to go in first, she explained, "This is where you will be staying. After you get settled in I would like to see you in my office. It's the downstairs to the right, you can't miss it for it's the only room with double doors."

I nodded in understanding, "Okay, thank you again." With that said she left giving me one last smile. I turned around and started to remove my clothes from my suitcase. I put them in the dresser according what it was. Pants in the bottom drawer, shirts in the middle and so on. It didn't take me too long to finish. I looked around my new room to make sure I remember it. The wallpaper was a light baby blue with white trim. I had a window with white lacy curtains. I looked out the window and saw that I had a nice view of a hedge that seemed to recreate Adam, from that one famous painting, oh what was it called again? Who cares, not like I need to know that.

That when I noticed some kids playing outside. When I say kids I mean children. Two girls sat outside playing with porcelain dolls. One girl looked to be about 6 with perfect blonde curls. The other seemed to be about 7 with long brown hair and a bright tiara. Was she wearing metal shoes? The brown haired girl seemed to see me and her eyes widened. She went to whisper to the other girl and they both looked up at me. Oh dear what do I do?

I waved, a nervous smile automatically lining my face. They seemed to get even more excited as they waved back at me. I then went downstairs to find Miss Peregrine's office. Yet with my terrible luck I managed to get myself lost. Great. I kept trying to find a room with double doors but I'd end up somewhere that I've never been before. I tried to go back to where I started but I couldn't remember which hallway I went down. I kept staring at the fork in the...house? Until I heard a high pitched voice.

"Are you new?" I turned around to see the two girls from before.

"Y-yes I am," I stuttered back, embarrassed that I was lost. To be fair it was a large house. Wait what kind of boarding school is this? Is it for all ages?

"Nice to meet you! I'm Olive and this is Claire," The brown haired girl, Olive, introduced.

"Nice to meet you as well," I mumbled fiddling with my fingers slightly. "I'm (y/n)."

"There you are!" I heard the familiar voice of Emma call. I turned around to see her in the left hallway. "Miss P. sent me to find you! Afraid you got lost...which seems to be the case."

"Sorry!" I exclaimed feeling my cheeks heat up. "This house is really big."

She laughed slightly and shook her head, "Don't worry, I'll show you the way."

Man I've been having to follow someone an awful lot huh. We went quite a bit the opposite way until we stood in front of two huge double doors. Yeah I have no clue how I missed this. She knocked on the door before saying, "Miss P. I found (y/n)."

"Come in," I heard the older lady reply. I entered and Emma once again left us alone closing the doors. "Take a seat, we have a lot to chat about."

When the plane lifted, so did the butterflies in my stomach. As the plane got higher and higher I could feel my ears pop. I opened the window on my right to see we were already in the clouds. Now only to survive for the next few hours.

I opened my eyes quickly at the feeling of someone lightly shaking me awake. Oh I feel asleep. I looked to my left and saw the same woman from earlier smile at me slightly. I saw the seat belt sign was flickering orange meaning we were landing. That seemed quick...okay I guess I slept through most of it. Once I got off and g̶o̶t̶ ̶l̶o̶s̶t̶ found my luggage I made my way towards the entrance of the airport. I was told that someone would escort me to the ferry. I looked around for any indication that someone was here for me. I saw some families reunite and what seemed to be best friends. How sweet.

My eyes almost finished scanning the crowd before landing on an older gentleman who held a sign with my name on it. I walked towards him, my luggage dragging behind me. He was dressed super formally which wasn't too unusual I guess. Now was the hard part...communicating.

"U-uhm," I mumbled as I stood in front of him and he stared down at me. Jeeze he was tall.

"You must be miss (l/n)," He stated. I nodded, not used to the formalities. "Please follow me, this way." He lead me to what seemed was a small black car, he proceeded to open the back door for me and took my luggage into the trunk. The ride was smooth and it was awkwardly quiet...okay maybe I was the only one feeling awkward but still. I stared out the window watching the strange sights. Kids seemed to be dressed differently than from America, but not too much. The scenery was quite different as well. It was more rainy and more ocean.

It took only 30 minutes to get to the ferry boarding. The formal escort helped me get the luggage onto the small boat and left soon after. I gave the ticket to the ticket master before I boarded and I was left to myself sitting on a fairly empty ferry. The rain seemed to let up and it became unbelievably sunny, a nice change of pace. I closed my eyes to take in the warm feeling, a small smile making its way onto my face. It was finally happening. I was almost to this school and so far the trip was really fun. I wonder what the other kids are gonna be like.

It took 20 minutes of me sitting by myself until the ferry started to drift to where I assume the island would be. Not many people got on after me...or where on before me. It looked like a small family was here, presumably for vacation. Then a man who seemed to perhaps be a resident of the island. The ride was dreadfully long...or maybe I was just super excited. Maybe a mix of the both. The ferry also seemed to be awfully slow, just slowly lurching forward towards its destination. Finally after what seemed to be a decade the boat lurched to a stop. The captain letting us off.

Exiting the ferry in excitement I looked around, realizing I have no way of finding the school. I was stuck on foreign land with no clue where to go. I could ask someone here...but that would include interaction with strangers. Plus I'm in Wales, what if they speak Welsh or something? Looking around I noticed a falcon of some sort flying above with the rest of the birds. Wow that's a ton of birds. I looked around, mostly seeing green hills and grey cloudy skies. It also seemed to be terribly more foggy than the mainland. This small island definitely had a depressing air to it.

For some reason I thought I would have an escort here but I didn't see anyone waiting. A frown etched it's way onto my face as panic started to set it. I kept looking around for a sign from who knows what leading me to where I need to go. Yet out of nowhere I hear a sharp "PST!" I looked to my right to see a teenage girl waving at me from the woods.

She had long brown hair with a matching pair of brown eyes. It made her seem warm for some reason. The dress she wore stood out the most though. It looked to be vintage, no one would be caught dead wearing something like that now a days. At least if you didn't want to be bullied. She waved me over and started to walk off before I even started making my way towards her.

"H-hey wait up!" I called out stumbling over myself. "Are you from the school?"

I saw her look back at me in confusion before once again motioning me to follow her, which I still was doing. "Hurry up," She spoke out, her voice slightly sharp. Her appearance may seem warm but she surely wasn't. She lead me away from the village and towards a denser forest. Was she going to murder me? Out of the blue she started to jump on certain areas, harder for me to do while carrying my heavy suitcase. She entered this weird cave looking thing, oh hell no. She thinks I'll follow her in there? As if!

"What are you waiting for?" I heard her voice ask me from the cave. "We're almost to the...school." I stood there staring at the entrance for a good minute. Not only was it a tight fit, but it was incredibly dark. My brain was red flagging the whole situation. Suddenly I saw a faint light come from the back of the tunnel. Okay I should turn around.

She reemerged from the tunnel with a slight scowl. She grabbed my hand and dragged me into the tunnel. In her other hand was...fire? Wait what. T-that's not... Okay what the hell is happening. The hand that held mine was ungodly hot. So that means she can...make fire? How is that even possible? Well I somehow teleported or something so I guess I can't say anything. We got to the back of the cave only for her to turn around and exit it. By then she let go of my hand, but she was carrying light so I didn't want to get left in the dark. Literally.

Yet instead of seeing the normal gloomy scenery like I thought I would...it was much different.

"H-huh?" I asked looking at her from where I laid in my bed. "O-oh, yeah I'm good, I'm just thinking about something."

"If you say so dear," She spoke softly with concern. "Well I got a letter, and I was wondering what you would think about it." I tilted my head not quite sure what she meant. She handed me a letter and it read:

Dear Miss (L/n),

I am the headmistress of a boarding school on a small island in Wales named Cairnholm. I was wondering if you would like to send your daughter. I noticed that she has astounding grades and she would come here on a scholarship. All her fees would be payed, please respond as soon as you can for she can start as soon as possible.

Sincerely,

Miss Peregrine

I was astonished by this letter. Me going to another country? An island? That sounded totally rad! I could feel my mood lighten slightly. But if I go then Ashley-

oh wait.

Maybe if I go I can make some new friends! Better ones who actually care about me as a person. Yeah, think positively. This is a one of a lifetime opportunities and nothings holding me back from taking it.

"Oh could I go?" I pleaded. "Please, this sounds amazing and I want to go really badly."

"I just want to make sure with you," Mom said with a small smile. "You'll be gone from home for a really long time and I don't want you to feel like I'm just sending you off."

"Yeah I'm sure!" I exclaimed. It's like a new life away from all the drama that happened. "This is awesome!" My mom slightly chuckled before standing up.

With a small nod she responded, "Okay then, I'll write her back right away. I'm glad you get to have an experience like this." She then left my room. Now I had a lot more to think about.

I get to go to Wales. Isn't that by Sweden or something? Do they speak English? How did they find out about me specifically? I'm not that special. In the note she spoke of me having astounding grades, but last I checked they were mostly average. The only thing that really stood out about me was...whatever I can do with the powers. It almost seems like I'm the main character of some X-Men comic. I wonder how I can control it, well...whatever it is. It didn't seem like I have a common super power like telekinesis or invisibility. I was able to travel to my house from school in a matter of seconds, and I could also turn my hands into some inky...shadow thingie.

'Is that all I can do?' was the last thing I thought of before drifting off to sleep.

School was terrible. Now friendless and seen as a freak by my peers, it was a living nightmare. I guess Austin and Rich spilled everything and now I was the top gossip at school. Ashley would always give me pity glances which rubbed me the wrong way every time. Not trying to open a can my ass. I dealt with glances and whispers everywhere I went. How do they even believe that I have these super powers anyways? Wouldn't seem like Rich and Austin where loony? Well I thought that until...

"Hey you slut!" A voice shouted, I didn't think it was to me so I didn't stop walking to my next class. "Hey I'm talking to you (l/n)!" Which made me freeze in my tracks...slut? I turned around slowly, scared of what I was about to hear next.

"M-me?" I asked pointing to myself, clearly confused. It was a kid in one of my classes, his name was Max or something.

"Yeah you!" He retorted like I was an idiot. "You really think you're all that trying to get with Rich, your best friends boyfriend huh."

Excuse me what? I hate Rich, and I wouldn't do that to Ashley, I actually cared for her. I furrowed my eyebrows, a frown etched onto my face. So they didn't tell the truth, but instead chose to spread lies about me. Okay now I truly hated them all.

"No, I didn't do that," I responded trying to not get too angry. Don't worry me, I'm leaving this hell hole soon. I'm going to a nice little island where no one here can bother me. Tomorrow I'm leaving on plane then the rest by ferry, all will be well.

"Now you're just trying to save face," He sneered as kids started to gather around. "You're such a slag."

That was it, I felt so incredibly frustrated and angry that tears streamed down my face, "I'M NOT A SLAG!" I screeched and ran off to the bathroom. I angrily wiped at my tears as I locked myself in a stall. I took out my phone and called my moms work phone.

"(Y/n)?" She asked with slight concern. "Is something the matter? You know I'm at work and can't chat for long."

"I-I want t-t-to go home," I stuttered through my tears. "C-can you pick m-me up?"

"I-I can try," She responded sounding a bit stressed. "I'll be there as soon as possible."

I sat in the bathroom for a bit over an hour as I tried to calm myself down. I took deep breathes as I tried to think happy thoughts. The new school I'm going to attend, puppies and kitties, how cool the internet is. Then my freedom came as I heard the intercom ask for me at the front office.

My mom and I drove quietly back to our house. The windows were down and the fresh breeze made everything better. I noticed that she would glance at me, like she wanted to ask me what happened but decided against it. I let out a deep sigh. I'll thankfully never have to see anyone from that school in a long time. Kinda weird that my power didn't work that time.

"It's not that bad," She replied rolling her eyes. Her long auburn hair crimped to the max. Her green eyes held amusement and I could tell she was having some fun watching my family interact. "Plus you only get to turn 16 once."

With a slight pout I responded, "I mean yeah, but that can be said about any age you turn. Why is 16 so important?"

"Oh come on," She groaned at my pessimism. "Just think of the gifts you could get! Maybe you got a computer, how fly would that be!" The thought of getting one of the newest technologies would be hella rad, she was right about that. So I shifted my (e/c) eyes over to the table that currently held all of my presents. None seemed big enough for that and my slight shimmer of hope immediately vanished.

"No way Ash, just look at how small they all are," I said gesturing towards the pile.

"Whatever," With that said, the conversation was over. So I resided to just watching my little annoying rats of cousins argue over nonsense. I wish I could just go to my room, maybe watch Edward Scissorhands again. I let out a sigh as I stood up. I was just about to slip into the nothingness to get away from everyone before my mom stopped me.

"Where do you think you're going?" She asked crossing her arms.

Not even bothering to lie I told her, "to my room, duh."

"Well it's time for you to open your presents," She said pushing me towards the living room. I sat on the ground as everyone took seats around me, they seemed more excited about this than me. One by one I opened all the gifts. The best one by far was from my rich uncle. He got me BMW M3, it looked hella nice. The worst gift I got was from my grandma who got me a calendar for this year. I don't really need a second calendar of 1994.

Ashley took a seat next to me and smirked, "Not too bad of a haul now is it?"

"No," I mumbled standing up trying to conceal my smile. My family left slowly leaving my mom, Ashley and I to be in the house. "Wanna watch a movie? My mom rented Jurassic Park."

"Definitely," She grinned at me exposing her white teeth. I grinned back and we entered my room. Band posters (mostly Nirvana) hung in my room along with full body mirror in the corner. She jumped onto my huge queen sized bed as I put the VHS tape into the player. I laid down next to her as we began talking again.

"I still can't believe Rich would flirt with Jessica Z," Ash told me with a huge frown.

"Kick him to the curb girl, he doesn't deserve you," I said with a glare. Who could hurt her like that? She was so kind and trusting, not to mention pretty.

Ash sighed like I was a child who would never understand, "You don't get it (n/n), he's the one! He just doesn't know what he's doing."

"Mhmm," I hummed showing her I was still unconvinced.

"Well when are you gonna get a boyfriend huh?" She asked raising an eyebrow. "Y'know I heard that Austin may have a major crush on you."

I felt my cheeks heat up a bit at the thought of someone liking me in that way yet shook the feeling away, "I want to take my time, I don't need a guy."

"C'mon, loosen up a bit," Ash whined clinging onto me. "You don't need to be looking for a soulmate right away, you can just date someone for fun."

"But Ash I want to make my decision carefully," I countered. "I don't want to be dating guys just willy nilly. Plus look at me! I'm not too sure how many guys would like me."

"As if!" She exclaimed loudly. "I'm surprised all the guys aren't bowing down to you!"

I rolled my eyes, "Plus I have standards too."

A smirk formed over her face, her eyes looking a bit too mischievous for my liking, "And what would those be?"

"I think pretty boys are cuter for one," I started. "I'm more for personality though. I would want a guy who is sweet but we could have playful banter. A perfect example of my dream man is Luke Skywalker."

She burst into laughter when the name Luke Skywalker fell from my lips. "You mean that guy from Star Wars?" Ash exclaimed still laughing. "You're a total dork!" I felt myself blushing once again, this time from embarrassment.

"O-oh come on," I slightly stuttered. "lots of people like Star Wars."

"Yeah, nerds!" She said still lightly giggling. "Maybe you are hopeless." That statement seemed slightly ironic to me since the first movie was called 'A New Hope'.

"Whatever," I mumbled crossing my arms.

"Don't worry (y/n)," Ash said placing a hand on my shoulder. "I'm sure I can still find someone for you." I quickly looked at her in confusion.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked in confusion. "All the guys at school a bunch of scrubs."

"Not all of them," She spoke out in mystery. She better not do something I'll regret. "Now come one the movie is getting to the good part!"

I turned my attention back to the screen. Alan, Tim and Lex were all in the tree petting the Brontosaurus or whatever they're called. It was truly a magical scene. Yet I couldn't completely focus on the movie. The scenario of Ashley trying to get me with a guy was playing in my head...and let me tell you it never ended well. I kept fiddling with my hands as I could feel anxiety consume me. My hands started to feel chilly so I looked down only to see black. I could feel my fingers moving but there was nothing there. I started to freak out even more. Ashley looked at me with concern.

"(Y/n)?" She asked out somewhat cautiously. "What's wrong?" I looked down at my hands once more, her following my line of sight. Yet my hands were normal. What the hell happened? I could've sworn they were gone. Maybe I was just imagining it? Yeah that makes sense.

"(Y/n)!" Ash shouted taking me out of my stupor.

"O-Oh!" I responded. "N-nothing, I-uh. Yeah i-it's nothing."

She gave me a disbelieving look but nodded anyways. I let out a small sigh to try and calm myself down further. "Okay, just don't bug out on me again," She said somewhat softly.

"I'll try," I responded sounding more grounded than before.