Antagonists

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Panic attacks have always been something I was used to.

Its always been something daily. Every single goddamn week, sometimes days. It was frustrating and scary. It still is, but not as much as before, I've gotten used to it.

Especially during times when you're all alone. No one is here to comfort you, and be there for you. You feel your throat close up, like someone is squeezing your lungs.

Your eyes blur with tears, and you're shaking. You're gripping your hair, trying to figure out if you're okay or not.

Panic attacks have been with me since I was 8. It happened the time I saw my mother laid out on the floor, blood leaving her body. The bloody floor.

I squeeze my eyes, avoiding that thought.

Somehow, she survived. Thank god, I've never been more grateful.

Ever since that day, panic attacks have been with me. Its scary.

Whoever said therapy would help you get over the scene of your mother lying on a pool of blood was wrong. So, so wrong.

"Azzy! Time to go, come on!" My mother, Victoria shouts from the kitchen.

I glance at my room one last time and close the door.

"You ready?" Mom asks.

I smile and nod. "Yeah."

I'm definitely ready to leave this place. The place with these awful memories.

I watch as my brothers, Anthony and Antonio run to the car like kids.

Though they both are much older than me, they act like kids. No idea where they got that from.

I get in the backseat, and shake my head at the two fighting infront of me.

Soon, my mother and father- Ronan, gets in the car.

I take one last look at the huge house infront of me and slump against my seat.

We're moving out since dad got a new job in New York.

Its funny when you think about it. 8 year ago, my dad got a better job offer here, in France. We moved to France then, leaving everything and everyone.

8 years later, dad got a much better job in New York, so now we're heading back.

My enthusiasm is much different than when we moved out to go to France.

I was 10, of course it would be. What 10 year old wouldn't be happy about moving to Paris?

Ezra and I, well we kinda hate- like eachother. I care for him, a lot. But there are times when we just don't get along.

I do think I'll be seeing him soon since his father, Killian and my father are best friends.

Over the 8 years, they've managed to keep contact, over phone calls. Though not once have we gone to see them.

I know everything about Ezra and his whole family. I know they've a gone through a lot.

With the Huxley siblings' mother dying, then their father getting married twice after that.

He's on his third wife now. I cant imagine how they must feel.

Its the same for us, they know everything about us. About my mother and the incident. Everything.

They were the ones who were there for me.

I love them all, except Ezra. That dick. Thinking about him makes me want to throw myself off a bridge, then come back and haunt him till he dies.

"We're here!" Mom exclaims, a big smile on her face.