For Your Eyes Only

She began to shake violently in my arms as I laid her down on the couch. Harry, Louis, and Liam came rushing out of the bunks a sleepy mess and began dialing phones and calling our driver out. Annie’s breathing stuttered and before long I was worried she’d suffocate.
“Annie! Annie, please! Annie look at me, babe, breathe! Please! I need you!” Her chest heaved for air. Tortured, deprived sucking noises emanated from her throat as she desperately tried to breathe. “Annie?!” I cried. “No, no, no! NO!” I screamed as Harry pulled me away, allowing someone else to take my place. “Let go of me!” I screamed.
I dragged my sleeve across my blurring eyes and wrenched away from Harry and Louis’ tight grip and ran around to see her. Our driver was knelt by her side, looking shocked and useless, so I took his place the moment he moved and lifted my angel into my arms. I held her and sat down on the couch and began to stroke her hair, softly singing with a broken voice and tears streaming down my face. It hurt so bad to watch her like this and fell like there was nothing I could do.
Suddenly her chest heaved even harder as she took in a ragged breath. I froze and waited, watching her take in another. And another. And another, until her eyes flew open and she sat up.
“Niall!” she screamed, desperately searching for me as if the faces around her were unfamiliar. Her eyes locked onto mine, as if silently pleading with me not to let her go.
“A-Annie,” I sobbed. “I-I thought I l-lost you, Annie. Don’t you dare do that to me ever, ever again.” Something like realization swept over her beautiful, tear-stained face and she climbed too quickly out of my embrace. She lost her balance and fell back into my arms, bring a hand to her forehead in confusion.
“N-no, no…” she whimpered, staring hopelessly at the ceiling.
“Annie, baby girl, what’s wrong?” I whispered, leaving soft kisses on her cheeks. I barely noticed as the others filed out of the room, going back to their bunks and the driver starting back on the road.
“Nothing,” she said abruptly and gave walking away another go. This time she made it three steps before crashing into a small table and almost falling to the floor. I jumped up and caught her just in time, helping her to stand. Again she brought her hand to her forehead.
“Annie, wha-”
“No! I’m fine, Niall!” she snapped, turning away. I caught her wrist, and that’s when I felt them. A series of straight lines up the inside of her left wrist. Her face paled as she saw my expression of shock and fear. She jerked her hand away and stumbled across the room, pressing her back into the corner and holding her wrist close to her heart. She only stared at me. Her whole body read of pent up terror and depression, all seeping out at once. “P-please don’t ask me,” she whispered, digging her nails into her arm.
“Annie,” I cried quietly, fresh tears spilling down my cheeks. Cutting? She used to cut herself? She fought against her own tears, but lost the desperate battle. She began to sob quietly in the corner, but when I moved toward her she flinched back. “Annie, please!” I wept. She didn’t want me. She was afraid of me.

Notes

I cleaned my room. I didn't realize I had such a nice floor.