Keep Me Safe from Myself

**Blair POV**

I heard the awful noise of wood on glass as branches continued to bounce off the windows. The wind was howling, and rain was pouring down. It’d woken me up about an hour ago, and I wasn’t quite able to fall back asleep. I rolled my eyes and walked out of the second bedroom and into the living room. I turned on the TV, and started flipping through the channels on Frankie’s flat screen, passing what seemed to be an endless stream of infomercials. Not like I expected anything less, it was 2 a.m after all. Even without the approaching storm, it’d been this way the past few days. I just wasn’t able to stay asleep. My thoughts were racing. I was worried sick over Hannah, who could blame me? It’d been three days since her abortion –a few more since I’d last seen her- and she still wouldn’t leave the house. Mikey said she hadn't been at school, so he'd bring me her homework to do. Frank just ended up doing it for me, I was an art student, not a math geek. Frankie was smart- when he moved up here he just enrolled in an online school so he could work and finish up high school.

My mind continued to wander as I aimlessly pressed the channel up button. A sudden crack of thunder boomed and I jumped. I hated thunderstorms. I was a wreck when it came to loud, sudden noises. I relaxed a little bit and finally hit the On-Demand button, cursing myself for not doing this sooner. I scrolled down and clicked on the newest episode of South Park. The loading screen continued to swirl when more thunder rang out across the clouds. The power started to flicker.

“Fuck.” I muttered out loud and quickly reached for my phone, sprawled across the floor. I turned on the flashlight app I had downloaded. I wasn’t taking any chances. If there’s one thing I hate more than thunderstorms, it’s the dark. I don’t care as long as there’s a single dot of light somewhere, but when I can’t see shit; that’s a problem. I waited a few minutes more in the chair. I sighed and turned off the TV. South Park wasn’t loading, and I’d rather be asleep if the power goes out.

I stretched my legs and took two steps towards the door when I heard glass shatter from down the hall. I darted to my door. The branch had finally broken through the window and was now slightly jutting into my bedroom. The alarm system quickly did its job, and started screaming in every room possible. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. I started to panic. The phone started to ring from back in the living room. I glanced at the window, then the phone, Frank's room, and back to the window. I didn’t know what to do. The sounds. The blaring. Blood was roaring in my ears. My heart was pounding, I couldn’t think.

I took two steps back and shrunk against the wall, just wanting to disappear. Frankie came running out of his bedroom and turned to me, demanding what happened before seeing the damage done to the window. He turned his head to the sound of the phone and quickly picked it off the receiver.

“Hello… yes, I’m fine. The storm broke a window. No…” I couldn’t hear anything else. He took a few steps back towards me, searching for something. “Where’s that damn box…” I shifted my position, determined to help him and make this nightmare end, When I heard a small click- and then nothing. Heard nothing, and saw nothing.

“No no no no no NO NO.” I repeated over and over. My breathing picked up rapidly and I slid my hands all over the wooden floor in a desperate attempt to search for my phone. I couldn’t locate the small device and stopped when I felt a poke and a snap. I quickly picked up my hand. A tear or two started to fall down my face and I started shaking. What the hell was happening?

I heard footsteps coming my way followed by some calming words spoken by the only person who I thought could help.

“Blaze, Blaze honey look at me. It’s okay. You’re okay. Shhh..” He soothed, twirling a lock of my hair around his finger. Thunder rang out in the distance and I shrunk farther into the wall.

“Ok, come on.” He said and sighed. I felt myself being lifted in the air as he carried me off. I wrapped my hands around him and tried to control my breathing, but I still couldn’t see anything. It was terrifying. He sat me on a bed, and I brought my knees up, wrapping my arms around them.

“Phone.” I finally managed to stutter out a word and he complied, unplugging it from his charger. I fumbled around, searching for a button to click before I found the power button and clicked it. It flashed to life. My hands were shaking so bad it made the phone look like a strobe light.

Frank sat on the bed and brought me to his lap. I buried my head into his shoulder, still staring at his phone. I felt him bring a hand up and start to gently stroke my head. He was really warm, which was comforting.

It seemed like forever before I finally relaxed and calmed down. I looked up at him and fumbled my words trying to apologize.

“I don’t know what that was, I-“ I tried to speak once more when he cut me off.

“You think I’ve never seen someone have a panic attack before? Your sister has them all the time.” She does? I shifted uncomfortably.

“Oh.. So you did this to calm her down too?” I looked up at his gorgeous eyes. Damn, I thought I was special.

“No. Hannah calmed down on her own. She wouldn’t let me touch her, just moral support. You’re special.” He kissed the top of my head. I smirked, accepting my “special” status. My hand started to sting and I looked down. In my frantic frenzied search for my phone, I must have gotten a splinter. I flashed the light on my middle finger and held it up to Frank's face.

"Well fuck you too." He said sarcastically, and raised his eyebrows. I blushed and rolled my eyes.

"No, stupid. I got a splinter." I gave him my best pouty face.

"Fine, fine. Give it here." It wasn't very deep, so it didn't take him very long to just pull it out. I stuck it in his face again.

"Now kiss it and make it better!" I said, almost childlike. He rolled his eyes and took my hand in his and kissed my middle finger, then bit it. I faked a shocked look. "Meanie!"

"You can't just tell me to fuck you twice and NOT expect me to bite you.“ He smirked and winked, then laid down on the bed. I shut my eyes and snuggled next to him.

"We’ll go see them tomorrow, ok?” I heard him whisper.

I mumbled some incoherent rendition of the word okay, before finally letting sleep overcome me once more.

Notes

So I really couldn't think of a way to make a chapter in Hannahs point of view, so I settled on this. Don't be mad >.< Anyways, a big Happy Birthday to Gerard!!

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-Hazel