A/N: TW - SOCIAL ANXIETY, ANXIETY ATTACK (Skip this chapter if you are triggered)
I cried, and cried, and cried.
I didn't know what else to do.
I'd been betrayed by the one person I thought I could trust.
I haven't slept either, I couldn't.
My tears kept me awake as they silently fell, one after another, onto my pillow.
Why would he do that? Why would he play with my feelings?
Before I knew it, it was time for breakfast so I got up and got ready. I was not in a mood for school today.
I put on make up to cover the emerging eye-bags.
My heart sinks as I walk out to hear laughter and whispering.
They're not looking at you, its ok, you're going to be ok.
They're looking at me, everyone knows, I'm not ok.
It starts with my finger, the cold unfamiliar, yet so familiar feeling washing through my body as I suddenly feel more and more consious.
As I glance around, my head starts hurting, the walls shrinking, the people's whispering getting louder, everyone is looking at you.
That voice.
That voice beats me to comforting myself.
That voice is killing me over and over.. but I can't stop it.
I feel eyes bore into my back as tears threaten to spill.
Not now. Not fucking now.
My breathing gets hitched as i fast walk out of the common room.
My breathing is out of tune as I feel the air getting thicker. The dread washes over me as I think about what the others would say. What if they saw me like this? No one knew..
My throat feels like it starts closing in, leaving me gasping for air, my leg bouncing up as down as I slid down a wall in a corridor. I can't hear the world around me anymore, the noise all fading. My hand automatically goes for my scrunchie. My scrunchie. I didn't have it. My breathing quickens as I my head starts spinning.
I'm going crazy. No. I'm not ok right now. People are watching me, judging me.
I can't.
My hand automatically goes for my hair as I pull it in an attempt to stop myself from shaking.
I couldn't.
Tears spill as I cough uncontrollably.
I can't stop.
"Its ok." the voice carries through my head "Focus. Tell me three things that you can see."
"T-the walls." I gasp out "The f-floor." I croak "Your r-ing." I say as the hand reaches my shoulder, another going to cup my cheek.
"Good." The voice continues, slowly bringing me out "Tell me three things you can hear."
"You-r voice." I say, my breathing wavering "Foot-steps.." I say concentrating on anything I can ear "R-rain- out-side."
"Perfect." They continue "Move three body parts."
I lift a shaky hand and slowly wiggle my fingers.
I stick an unsure foot out and draw a small circle.
I shake my head, my breathing finally slowing down.
I feel the warm arms wrap around me as I slowly inhale the scent, the heat radiating off their body holding me together.
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A/N: Short chapter, I know.
I just needed ya'll to see that she got anxiety attacks.
Who do you think helped her; Skyler? Luna, maybe? Or is it Mattheo?
Maybe its none of them!
Guess you'll have to wait and see ;)
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