Empty Screams (Glenn Rhee xReader)

C7

I squeezed my eyes shut and fell back against the bed, covering my face with my hands. I could feel my heart beat racing and a lump in my throat. I slowly began to choke on my own breath, shaking more and more.
A panic attack.
I gasped and grabbed at my chest, I was hyperventilating viciously. Tears slowly escaped from my eyes, my teeth clenched together as rapid bursts of air escaped through. I curled into a tight ball and arched my back upwards. Breathe, you dumbass, breathe. You have no logical reason to panic aside from the fact that if Glenn dies on this run you'll be alone again and Jack memories will relapse. No biggie. Fuck, who am I kidding?! I inhaled sharply and let out a loud scream, grabbing at my ribs as I did so. Almost immediately Jessie ran into my room, a panicked expression on her face. "You scared the shit out of me, I was waiting and then I heard the door shut and I thought you and Glenn fought or something and-" she let out a deep breath, "and you are a massive idiot." She set her hands on my shoulders. "I'm here, you know that right? I'm not going anywhere." She smiled lightly and sat beside me, slowly my breathing returned to normal along with my state of mind. "Jessie... I'm leaving." I said softly, looking at my lap, "I can't stay here. I... I just can't. I wish I could... I'm not able to anymore though.." "What? You're not leaving. You're just delusional." She murmured, making me look at her. "If you're leaving, who will be my best friend?" I shrugged slightly, "Tara. Rosita. Michonne. Rick. Daryl. You've got plenty of choices." She shook her head and let me go, sitting in the chair where Glenn was moments ago. "I'll be your babysitter. You can't get passed me."

The hours seemed endless. Jessie watching, observing. Night slowly set, the sun disappearing from the sky. Jessie was visibly drifting in and out of consciousness, this was the perfect time. I watched out of the corner of my eye as she, finally, fell asleep. It was about midnight ish. I bit harshly on my lip and slid off the bed, grabbing my pack from the floor and slowly creeping from the house and running to my own. I stuffed some clothes into the bottom of my bag, then some food and a few knives in the side pouches just in case. This part, however, was the risky portion.
The armory. I slowly and quietly crept into the building, grabbing a box of ammo and refilling my pistol before grabbing an assault rifle, the AK 47, my personal favorite and a box of ammo for it too. I set the boxes in my bag and holstered my pistol, slinging the rifle over my shoulder. It was probably around one by now. I have to go, like, now. There's no possible way I could sneak out a car, so on foot it is, but how to pass the watch guards... I slunk out of the armory and scaled the walls, if I tried I could maybe get over the wall.. It's risky, but I'm a risky person. I took a hesitant risky and walked behind a house that was close to the wall for coverage, I grabbed onto the metal and positioned myself for the climb that was about to come. My head was throbbing and my heart pounding, there's no turning back...
As I reached the top of the wall, I started second guessing my choice, but this is something I had to do, that had to be done...
I fell the last few feet from the wall, trying to land on my feet, but that was a very stupid move. I rolled my ankle and god damn did it hurt.
I was out though. Forcing myself through the pain, I began to push away from the place I called home and from the ones I loved.
"I'm not going to grow weak again." I said, looking back at Alexandria. "Never again."