A/N:
Trigger Warning: Hazel talks about her struggles with anxiety and low self-esteem (the part is labelled through *❤*). You can just skip to the part after the star.
Please remember this is a fictitious story, hence fictitious therapist and wording. A real therapist will give you more accurate and helpful information.
If you are struggling with anxiety or mental health, please seek help.
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"What is all this mess? Hazel, why are your clothes kissing the ground?" My mother huffs in annoyance, while I am sitting on the floor staring at the heap of useless pieces of clothes.
"I'm guessing you're having trouble on what to wear tonight, huh?"
Exasperation must be written all over my face. It is Friday and Aidan will be picking me up in two hours for our date. I told my mother about Aidan when he asked me out. She smiled and was very happy for me. She even teased me about how I am going out with a professor and how it has been the fantasy of every college girl, leaving me mortified. When I asked my mother if she was okay with me dating, she broke into a laugh and told me that I needed to live my life, to fall in love, to have my heart broken, to have it mended and to be happy. She told me that even if her love story did not work out the way it should have, she is eternally grateful that she got to experience it and I should get to live it too. I absolutely love the relationship between my mother and I. We only have had each for support. We have been each other's shoulder's to cry on and we also have been each other's biggest cheerleader.
My mom took the news rather well, better than Tasha anyway, who was shouting and jumping up and down like a child who just got her favourite toy for Christmas.
"I thought you didn't like Aidan?" I asked her when I broke the news to her.
"Well, I don't don't like him. I mean he's a bit grumpy but you two look so good together and I want my friend to be happy."
Her words were heartfelt.
Snapping to reality, I groan loudly. I literally have nothing to wear and this is my first date ever. My mother shrewdly escaped from helping me. I am about to dive in the ocean of clothes in front of me when I heard my phone ring.
TRIGGER WARNING: ANXIETY*❤*
Is it Aidan calling to cancel? Does he no longer like me? I internally ask myself and question my worth and our meetings and whether he meant it all or whether I did something that made him lose interest in me.
I inhale deeply and try to calm myself down. I vowed not to doubt myself and that I am enough, but sometimes my anxiety gets the worst of me. When my mom found out how hard I was struggling to accept myself and others as I stepped into teenagehood and how I was staying aloof, she made me saw a therapist. I always have been a bright student, yet I grappled with myself. I had since long had a self-esteem issue and my self-confidence was basically 10 feet under the ground. I remember saying that exact same thing to my therapist that I saw back in Sicily.
"What's stopping you from taking a shovel and digging it up?"
And I did. Sometimes it felt like a quicksand but I remained persistent and I dug and dug until I felt it come up; until I felt that I deserve to love myself and others and most importantly to be loved; until I felt comfortable in my own skin, comfortable enough to be around others.
END OF PART*❤*
I reach my bed and take the phone, hands shaking slightly. I let out a breath of relief when I see Tasha FaceTiming. I shake my head and smile at my own stupidity as I accept her call.
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Werewolf"It's called running away Hazel! Don't try and justify what you did!" Aidan bellowed on the phone. I flinched, even though I was miles away from him. "You held me captive in the house! What did you expect me to do?" my voice quavered, giving away my...
