•Miss Peregrines Peculiar children Oneshots•

Can I stay with you?

Reader is 15 and deals with severe anxiety
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I layed in bed staring out the window where the moonlight was shining through. I couldn't sleep, instead my anxiety was practically killing me. I felt half sick and couldn't relax. I remember what Miss Peregrine told me, to try to focus on my breathing and think about things that don't bother me. Easier said than done. I can't handle laying in bed, my stomach half twisting into knots from it and I felt so overwhelmed that I sat up on the edge of the bed. I thought about getting Miss Peregrine. She always said if I needed her I am welcome to go get her at anytime. It's already 3 AM though and I know she would be asleep. But the severe anxiety dragged me out the door and I slowly made my way to her bedroom door. Should I try knocking before I go in? I knock gently but no answer led me to think that she was sleeping. I gently open the door, careful to be quiet, and I was right. She was fast asleep. My anxiety worsens at the thought though at not being able to wake her up and part of me doesn't want to.

"Miss Peregrine?" I say quietly my voice barely a whisper so of course she wouldn't hear it. I gently shut the door behind me and walk over to the side of the bed where she was. "Miss Peregrine?" I ask again and this time she her eyes open immediately and turned into worry when she saw me.

"Are you alright?" She says her voice filled a bit from sleep as she sits up and gently places her hand on the side of my face. She senses my anxiety and gives me a sympathetic frown. "Come here." She says gently and helps me sit up beside her as she takes me in her arms, some of my anxiety leaving. I clench my jaw out of habit as my body somewhat shook. I can't handle dealing with this, it's too much. "Everything's alright, I promise."

Her taloned fingers gently run across my back as she tries to calm me down. I take a shuddered breath, trying to focus on how I'm breathing but it was hard to since I wanted to burst out into sobs but I couldn't. I didn't want to do that. Her other hand goes to the back of my head, gently pulling me closer to her and I lay my forehead into the crook of her neck.

"I'm sorry for waking you." I say my voice shaking.

"Don't apologize. I appreciate that you woke me." She says her voice soft. A moment later of silence and eventually she breaks it. "Do you want to try laying down?" I nod despite not wanting to and I move out of her arms while she moves over on the bed making room. When I layed down my anxiety increased. This is why I never get any sleep, any time I lay down it gets worse. She uses her one hand to brush my hair away from my face as she gently looks at me with a concerned look. It seems like it's getting worse and worse and I'm just going back to square one. I used to have it all figured out and now all that progress is lost.

"You'll be okay, I'll be right here." She says softly as I feel my eyes wanting to close but I refused to. "Get some sleep." With that I fell asleep, my anxiety seeming to drift away from me.
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