Betty

Kiss

tw-panic attack

(I'm giving yall dreamnap but as best friends. Be grateful.)

Betty, I won't make assumptions about why you switched your homeroom but I think it's 'cause of me.

I felt a light peck on my cheek and opened my eyes. I was on a flower field. I looked beside me and smiled, seeing him sit there, staring into the sky, looking at the stars. He was admiring them as I was admiring him. His perfect face. God, he was beautiful. I slowly leaned closer to him when I felt a cold breeze hit our faces. He looked at me and smiled. That beautiful smile. He put his head on my shoulder and burrowed it into the cloth of my way to thin t-shirt. He grabbed my hand. Our fingers linked together perfectly. I loved him so much. I wanted to stay here forever, but I couldn't. Because right after he took my hand, the scene changed. I was now on the floor in his room, crying my eyes out, watching him grab my clothes from his closet. I tried telling him to stop, to let me explain. I tried making him stay, but I couldn't. I couldn't speak. My words got stuck in my throat. I was scared. I was scared that if I said another word, I'd mess it up more than I already have. I wanted to go back to the field. I wanted to hold his hand.

But it was all my fault.

I woke up. I was crying hard. I only started crying more when I heard yelling from downstairs.

My breath started getting heavier. It felt like I couldn't take air into my lungs. I tried to shout for someone, but who would help me? My throat went dry and my heart was hammering loudly in my chest. More and more tears only poured out of my eyes, blurring my vision. I couldn't think clearly. I started getting dizzy, it felt like I was gonna pass out. Sweat was running down my forehead.

I was having a panic attack.

I got them a lot, more oftenly after what happened with him so I could recognize when I was having one. I tried remembering what Nick had told me to do when it happened.

"Dude, just call one of us. We'll come over right away and help you."

Call someone. I grabbed my phone which was on the nightstand and unlocked it with my thumb. I was shivering which made everything harder. I went into contacts and called the first one who came up, hoping it wasn't my parents.

"Hey, what's up?" a soft voice went through my ears as they picked up. A voice I recognized easily.

Niki.

I didn't know what to say, I was just crying into the phone. I was trying to breathe.

"Oh shoot. You're having a panic attack? I'm over in a second." she said. She sounded concerned. She couldn't walk through the front door though, my parents were downstairs. I tried to speak.

"Window." I got out after a few tries of just getting to the letter W, getting stopped by my sobs or needing to try to breathe.

"Hey, Dream. Breath, alright? In." she took a deep breath and breathed in. "And out." she breathed out. "Can you do that please.'' I was barely listening to her, more interested in how pretty my comforter was and how good it smelled. I've never realised it. It was a dark royal blue color.

The comforter that he gave me.

I just started crying more, now not able to breathe at all. Just when I felt like I was about to pass out, a pink piece of hair came through my window, then more hair, then a face and a body. I was so surprised that I breathed in. I don't know how that happened.

"DREAM!" Niki shrieked, getting up from my floor. "Breath buddy. Breath." she said and walked up to where I was sobbing on my bed. She wrapped her arms around me in a reassuring hug.