|Mikayla's POV|
I'm supposed to be stronger than what I am. I've been struggling with my anxiety for a while now. I felt like I was managing because when I'm around my family, I'm fine. It's when I'm by myself and have to go to school that I feel sick to my stomach. It's like something is pressing down on my chest and I want to puke.
Today at school it hit me like a ton of bricks. Nothing really important triggered me, but I felt like the walls were closing in. Stephen told me I should talk to my parents about it. My dad is going to flip that I didn't say anything. I just... I don't know.
I heard my name being called. Going to the office I saw my mom. I texted Stephen.
Not feeling well. Going home. I'll call you later.
My mom wrapped her arm around my shoulder as we walked out.
"What's wrong, baby?"
"Is it dumb that I have anxiety?" I blurted out.
She stopped walking and looked at me.
"No, it's not dumb at all, Mikayla. Has this been a recurring thing?"
I silently nodded.
"Since when?"
I sighed knowing exactly when this all started.
"Mikayla, since when?" she repeated.
"Can we talk more at home? I just want to go home."
I was holding back tears at this point. The feeling was starting to take over again.
"Yes, of course. I apologize. Let's go home."
She wrapped her arm around me again as we walked the rest of the way to the car. I leaned against the window, closing my eyes. I felt my phone vibrate. It was a text from Stephen.
What's wrong my love? Is there anything I can do?
I don't know if there was anything anyone could do. It didn't take long for us to get home. I saw Logan's truck. Entering the house, I heard voices in the kitchen.
"I'm going to go to my room and lay down," I stated.
I saw the look in mom's eyes, knowing she was studying me.
"Do you want anything? Food, a smoothie, water?"
"No, thanks mom."
"Alright."
I went up to my room and as soon as I sat on my bed, my phone started ringing. It was a FaceTime call from Stephen.
Hello.
Hey, babe. I got your text. What's wrong?
I didn't say anything. I was trying to keep my emotions in check.
Stephen...
I was hoping my voice didn't crack, but it did.
Aw, baby. It's okay. I'm right here.
I started crying. I heard his voice, but couldn't make out what he was saying. Finally, I was able to calm myself down.
There you go baby, breathe. Just breathe.
I took deep breaths and laid on my side.
I'm sorry to bother you with this.
Hey, don't say that. You have anxiety. I really think it's time you talk to your parents.
As he said that, there was a knock on my door.
"Mikayla, it's dad."
I'll call you back later, babe. That's my dad.
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