I'm scared. She hasn't had another one yet, but it's gotten close. She was crying when I picked her up the other day. She couldn't look me in the eyes nor would she talk much. It only made her cry more. She loves to talk to me. I saw a completely different side of her.
The night before was a nightmare. She told me the story through tears. Not the whole story; just the basics. She was at work when she had an anxiety attack. It was bad enough that they "kicked her out" in Athila's words. She was shaking and crying. I'm so scared.
The day I brought her to our friend's house, she almost had another one. Her hands turned cold as she felt like she was boiling on the inside. I grabbed her hand, just as she has grabbed mine in time of need. I can't lose her.
We skipped school the Monday after that weekend. Well, not all of it, but 4th period. We sat in the props closet backstage to calm down. I could tell it was getting bad, but she was handling it. She's strong. Strong enough that's she's very good at hiding it from the rest of the world. Sometimes even me.
Since then, it's only gotten worse.
