Trigger warning.

After endless persuasion Remington finally agrees to go to therapy. He doesn't even try to smile at Abigail when she opens the door, looking behind him, paranoid, before stepping into her house.

"Hi Remington," she greets, "I've heard things aren't going so well."

Remington sits down. "Things are shit," he says in a monotone voice. "The stalker is threatening to kill you, so there's that." It's the second time he's said it, and just like last time, it comes out before he has chance to stop himself saying it.

Abigail does her best to hide her shock. "You can't worry about that, Remington. Worry about yourself. I doubt he even knows where I live."

"No, he said he did. And how am I meant to not worry about it? I need you alive." Deep down, Remington knows the stalker probably doesn't know where his therapist lives. He knows he just said it to scare the boy. But God is it working.

"What have you been doing recently, Remington?" She changes the subject, seeing that if they keep talking about this he'll most likely give himself a panic attack.

The boy shrugs. "Nothing. Hiding, mostly."

Abigail frowns. "It's not healthy to hide yourself away. I understand that you're scared, and you have every right to be, but hiding away is only gonna mek you feel worse. Have you talked to anyone about how you're feeling?"

Remington shakes his head. "Andy and Sebby keep trying to get me to talk to them but...I'm not." He looks down. He knows it's not good for him to be acting the way he is. "I did explain to Emerson what it's like to be me, though."

"That's good. What did he think of it?"

Again, he shrugs. "He just kinda sat there. I don't know."

"Tell me what you've been doing to look after your mental health."

The question makes Remington feel ashamed of himself for how he's been behaving recently. "I haven't."

"You haven't?"

Remington shakes his head slowly. "No..."

"Okay. Can you tell me how you're feeling?"

"Like I'm having a permanent panic attack. I want things to go back to how they were when we were in Greece. I was so happy then. Everything was easy. My biggest issue was self harming, not anorexia, suicide, and a fucking stalker." He accidentally pulls his wedding ring off and it slips from his fingers onto the carpet. Remington bends down to pick it up and when he sits back up there's a figure right infront of him, and even though he has had enough halucinations to know that's what it is, he still squeals and covers his face, dropping the ring again. "No, no, no," he whispers, terrified of his own brain for making this happen.

Abigail leans forwards. "Remington, hey, look at me."

The boy brings his knees into his chest. "It's not real, it's not real, it's not-NO!" He screams, jumping when the figure pulls out a knife. It's Holly's knife. His blood is on the blade.

"Remington, you're safe. Look at me, you're safe."

"No! No! Please!" He buries his face into his knees. "Make him go away," he begs, "please make him go away."

"Breathe. In for three, out for three. Just breathe. You're safe here."

Remington does as he's told, focussing on Abigail's voice and not on what's inside his head. "There's no one there."

"That's right. There's no one there." Her voice is always so soothing. Remington finds comfort in it. "You're safe here."

"I'm safe here," Remington repeats, "do you promise?"

"I promise."

Slowly Remington lifts his head up, breathing out in relief when he sees the halucination is gone. "It's never-it's never not been Holly before."

"Who was it? The stalker?"

The singer nods. He daren't bend down to pick up his ring. "Can you get it?" He asks, pointing to the black metal by his feet.

Abiagil hums and gets up. "Sure." She picks it up and hands it to Remington, watching the boy slide it back onto his finger. "You handled that well."

"What?"

"The halucination, Remington. You handled it well. It took less than a minute for you to calm down."

Remington almost smiles. "I didn't realise."

"You need to let yourself focus on the good things and not just the bad. You're making progress even when it doesn't feel like it."

Andy is in the car waiting for him and Remington hugs Abigail goodbye before stepping out of her house. He does feel a bit better after talking to her. He always does.

And then the stalker is there, in the flesh, and Remington can't tear his eyes away from him. All of sudden he has so much anger and so much hate and all he can think about is how other people keep ruining his life. First Holly, now him. He hates it. God, he hates it.

The guy approaches. He looks so fucking empty and it makes Remington feel so fucking full with rage.

Remington hears Andy tell him to get in the car and he hears Abigail tell him to get in the car but he doesn't. He isn't scared anymore. He's angry. He's fucking burning with so much anger he could kill someone.

He could kill someone.

Andy gets out the car. He goes to grab Remington's hand but the singer violently pushes him away, not willing to coward away this time. He's tired of running from everything. He won't run, not any more. He won't.

The guy has a knife but Remington still isn't scared. Or if he is, he refuses to let himself think about it. All he can think about is how fucking angry he is. He takes a few steps towards the stalker and Andy tries to pull him back. Remington shoves him away. "I dare you!" He shouts. "I fucking dare you! What're you gonna do? Stab me? Go on! Do it! End me like Holly wanted!"

Unsurprinsgly, the guy is taken back by Remington's sudden confidence.

"I DARE YOU!" Remington watches the knife in his hand and all he sees is his desire to kill someone. "STAB ME!"

"Re-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" The boy screams at Andy, stepping closer to the guy. "WHO ARE YOU?"

He says nothing.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?" Remington lunges. He snatches the knife from his hand and holds it above his head, surprised at himself for managing to grab it and not slice his hand. He quietens his voice to just above a whisper and asks the same question again. "Who the fuck are you?"

Still nothing.

Remington growls. He's never been so riled up in his life, and he had to deal with drunk Sebastian for years. "Who are you?" The tone is threatening, low, terrifying.

Andy is shocked still at how Remington is acting. It's scary to see this side of him. "Put it down," he tries, though his voice seems so weak in the face of it all.

"I NEED YOU TO TELL ME WHO YOU FUCKING ARE!" Remington jabs the knife at the man, just inches from his shoulder. "TELL ME!"

The guy is startled. He'd been told about Remington and from what he was told, the boy lashing out like this should have been impossible. He wasn't prepared for this. "Jason," he answers, "Gulls."

Remington screams. "JASON GULLS! I TOLD YOU! I TOLD EVERYONE!" He plunges the knife straight into the guy with another scream. "NO ONE BELIEVED ME! NO ONE LISTENED TO ME AND I WAS RIGHT! HOLLY MADE YOU DO THIS! HOLLY MADE YOU ATTACK ME AND NO ONE WOULD BELIEVE ME! BURN IN HELL! BURN IN HELL!" There's blood on his hands but he can't stop. Andy and Abigail are trying to pull him back but he can't stop. "I WAS RIGHT! I WAS ALWAYS RIGHT! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!" The guy is on the floor. Remington keeps stabbing. "SHE WANTED ME TO DIE! SHE WANTED ME TO DIE AND SHE FUCKING FAILED! SHE'S A FUCKING FAILURE! SHE SAID I WAS THE FAILURE BUT SHE WAS WRONG. SHE IS THE FAILURE!" Finally he stops.

He drops the knife and blinks.

"Oh my God," Remington whispers, realisation hitting him. "Oh my God...he's dead."

AAaaaaaand

The end!

Thankyou for reading!!!!! I'm so sad this is finished. I loved writing it so much. GO read some of my other books and I'll probably start some more in the coming months. :)