Scar, Lizzie and Flo x daughter oneshots

Bad day - F.P

Warnings: Panic attack, self harm and a creepy dude (If any of this trigger you, please skip this chapter<3)

Age: 13-14

Y/n's pov

My whole day had gone wrong. I failed my math test, a creep in my class freaked me the fuck out. Everything was just shit. My mom wasn't even at home to comfort me when I came home because she was on set. All I wanted was to cuddle. But no. When I came home I was, like always, met by an empty house.

I walked straight up to my room, kicking of my shoes and putting my bag down as soon as I entered the room. I layed down on my bed as silent tears started to run down my face. I'm so fucking sick of this.

As my breathing started to get worse I gave up fighting, I do not have the energy to have a panic attack. I roll over on my side, searching through my bedside table for my blade. I got my blade out and started doing what I had promised my mother not to, I had promised her that i'd call her if I ever felt like cutting again but I didn't. Instead I was sat there emotionless with a tear stained face, watching the blood run down my inner arm and down to my palm. I'm a horrible daughter.

My breathing started to get heavier again, this wasn't supposed to be happening. Usually self harming makes my panic attacks go away. Just as the panic attack gets worse I feel myself getting dizzy. I scramble around my room, trying to find my phone which I, after a while, find in the pocket on my jacket. With trembling hands I quickly find my mom's contact and call her.

Florence's pov

I had just finished filming a for the day and was in my trailer getting ready to go home when my phone started ringing and y/n's contact popped up on my screen. I immediately picked up and when I'm met by my daughter hyperventilating and crying I can't help but get worried.

"What happened my love? Why are you crying?" I ask into the phone.

"Come home please." she gets out between gasps.

"I'm on my way baby. You need to breath, deep breaths like we've been practicing." I hear her trying to take some deep breaths on the other line.

"It's not working." She cries even more.

"Keep trying baby. Can you tell me five things you see?"

"Uhmm... my bed, my jacket, myself in the mirror, my stuffed animals and my book shelf."

"Okay good job darling! Try to get yourself out of sight in the mirror and then tell me three things you can feel." I say knowing she gets herself more worked up by seeing herself in the mirror, especially if she's done what I think she's done.

"I- I can feel the, uhm, the carpet, my phone and- and my hoodie." her breathing had calmed down a little but she was still sobbing.

"Good job baby. I'm getting into the car now." I tell her as I'm starting the car. The drive home was about five minutes.

"I feel dizzy mama." I hear her say after a little while. Fucking shit.

"I need you to keep your eyes open for me, my love." I tell her staring to panic a little myself.

"Mhm.."

When I pull up in the drive way I quickly get out of the car and rush into the house, up to her room. In her room I find her breathing heavily, blood running down her arm into her palm.

"Oh baby..." is all that I get out of my mouth as I pick her up, taking into the bathroom. I set her on the conter as I bandage her cuts. Tears start to roll down her cheeks again.

"I'm sorry mama."

"It's okay baby." i smile at her sadly and she engulfs me in a hug which I, of course, return.

Y/n's pov

"Can you tell me what happened?" my mother gently asks me and I slowly nod, tears still streaming down my cheeks.

"The whole day has just- gone wrong." I start and she nods understandingly. "And then I failed my math test which I studied really hard for." My mother is now standing inbetween my legs, hugging me while I sob into her shoulder. "And I was standing in the hallway carrying my friend while talking to my teacher when a boy in my class came up behind me and took his hands on my hips, pulling me backwards so that he- met me? I lost my balance and almost dropped my friend. The teacher didn't even do anything!" I cried even more. That guy had really freaked me out and I just wanted to cry on the spot but I didn't.

Florence's pov

I felt really bad for my little girl and I was angry at the teacher for not telling the boy off. I pushed back my anger, knowing that right now the most imortant thing was to take care of my daughter.

"Do you want to cuddle baby?" I asked and she nodded, so that's what we did. We sat together in my bed watching tangled, her favorite movie.

"I love you mama"

"I love you too baby"

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Vent post again lol, but I actually kinda like this chapter

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