Little Mix as your moms (With Some Ships)

Darling, Keep Your Eyes On Me

Hi, I'm Matthew James Oxlade-Chamberlain but everyone just calls me Matt, the 10 year old son of Alexander Mark David Oxlade-Chamberlain and Perrie Louise Oxlade-Chamberlain. I had a little brother named Kai Jordan Oxlade-Chamberlain who was 7 but passed away recently after being hit by a speeding car.
(⚠️Contains panic attacks and posttraumatic stress disorder *PTSD*⚠️)

Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) is an anxiety disorder caused by very stressful, frightening or distressing events.

Symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD)

Someone with PTSD often relives the traumatic event through nightmares and flashbacks, and may experience feelings of isolation, irritability and guilt.

They may also have problems sleeping, such as insomnia, and find concentrating difficult.

These symptoms are often severe and persistent enough to have a significant impact on the person's day-to-day life.

Matt's POV: I have really bad anxiety, panic attacks and PTSD which causes terrifying flashbacks of really traumatising things. It's normally quite tame but it's getting extremely hard to cope after my little brother's tragic murder, images of his disembodied body flash through my mind as a threat that I'll be in the same situation soon enough.

"So, today we will be talking about the topic of death." My new teacher Mrs. Jackson informs my class and this triggers me but I don't show it. "It's inevitable and it is going to happen to all of us and there is nothing that we can do about it. So, the title is on the board, copy it down and try to explain what it means by the term death." The aforementioned images flash through my head and it is really frightening to witness so I sit back in my chair and just try to endure it.

"So, Matthew, can you give us a definition at all?" The teacher calls out my name and I can't respond to her because my mind is just occupied by the episode arriving into my head. New images begin to appear like my brother's gravestone during a thunderstorm or the car that took his life. I draw my knees up to my chest and begin rocking back and forth as they slowly fade from my mind.
"Please just make it stop!" I beg, putting my head between my trembling knees as I can feel everyone's eyes staring right at me.

"Matthew, come with me for a second." My teacher tells me in a very comforting and soft tone. "Everyone else, Miss Grayling is in charge for now." I wipe my eyes and I follow her out the classroom.

"What's going on, love?" She inquires, quietly.
"I have post-traumatic stress disorder and it stems from my little brother's death." I tell her, honestly and sniffling but more tears fall from my eyes. "So anytime somebody mentions death, my brain takes me to seeing him dead on the floor."
"Aw, that's horrible to witness. I'm gonna take you to the reception and they can call your mum or dad to come and pick you up." She informs me before taking me to the reception. "I'm sorry for doing that to you."

At the reception, Perrie's POV: I get called about Matt getting triggered by mentions of death and I rush to the school. His PTSD episodes are extremely difficult for him to manage so we try to keep him as far from anything that could trigger him, I arrive at the school and find Matthew in a horrendous state, sobbing and admist a panic attack.
"Darling, mummy's here. You're gonna alright, I promise you." I tell him, softly holding his hand and soothing him. "Just follow my breathing. Keep your eyes on me, darling."

A few minutes later, he's a lot better than earlier but I'm still taking him home, I sign the papers and take him home...