Is this part where we kiss || ♡ WLW

Ch. 11 Aftermath

After embracing my mother I still felt empty after what happened. "Hey, what's wrong" My mom questioned thoughtfully in concern."Nothing." I glance away putting my hands under my tank top. "Talk to me, honey," my mom pressed looking at me closer."I just feel... exposed, I guess," I admitted, the weight of embarrassment and vulnerability pressing heavily on my chest."Sweetie, it's okay I know what you're going through."my mom said softly, reaching out to gently squeeze my hand.

"Ms?" I turn to see Ms. Ocean in her chair trying to get my mom's attention."Yes?" My mom spoke a bit passive-aggressively as she turned around."According to school policies if your daughter had a panic attack, She needs to be checked out for the remainder of the day."I think it should be her decision" My mom snapped back becoming increasingly irritated."As a person, I do agree but there is nothing I can do" Ms.Ocean spoke calmly. "It's okay mom, I'll have more time to rest," I whispered softly.

Mom nodded, placing a protective arm around my shoulder Ms. Ocean gave a small smile, "Make sure Oakland takes it easy and, if needed, consult her doctor." "I will. Thanks for your concern," Mom replied as we headed towards the exit, her arm still securely around me. The dimness outside no longer held its earlier cozy charm" Should I get my car?" I asked my mom turning to her. "I'll just drive you tomorrow" My mom replied.

I get in my mom's car and buckle the seat belt as she does the same.  She then turns on the engine and we drive home.  The air in the car was so thick you could suffice. The silence so so loud."Mom.."My voice cracked as I tried not to tear up."Yes dear" she asked turning to me in second intervals. I was picking at the skin of my finger and biting the string of my hoodie. "Elana invited me out should I go?" I asked looking out the window trailing the cars." I think it would be good for you yea." And now comes another debate in my head. I may get along with the other girl baby.  I could also lighten the moods with Elana. What if she thinks I'm too much for her? I'll just wait for her to text me.

We get home and we pull the driveway. I grab my bags and phone, but I still feel uneasy. "Just get a nap sweetheart." My mom whispers kissing me on the cheek. "Okay Mom love you" "Love you more honey" I walk out of the car with my mom still in there going on her phone. I walk in and I'm again greeted my adorable dogs. They tug and sketch at my hoodie. They cheer me up and put a smile on my face. "You boys want a treat? you good boy want a teat?" I say rubbing them. I walk into the kitchen and grab them a snack. I feed them and they impatiently start chomping on the bacon bits. After i put up my stuff and head to my room rubbing my eyes. My head starts to hurt again. When I get up I throw my pants and hoodie off and pass out in my bed exhausted and utterly drained.

'It's all your fault''It's all your fault''It's all your fault''It's all your fault'

"No it's not i was a child"

Darkness all i see is pitch black

"He will never love her like he used to and it's your fault" There, like a ghostly apparition his face contorted in anger and disappointment. He pointed a condemning finger at me. "You tore us apart!"

The weight of the dreams pressed heavily on me as I jolted awake, gasping for air. I was lying on my back before a quickly sprung up. I turn my head left and right it is still daylight. I'm drenched in sweat, I pull the wet strange from my hair away from my face. I then l grab my from which my drowning in my bed sheets. No text and I looked at the time it was 3:36 pm we get out and 4:00 so no wonder. I get up from my bed a see my cold black guitar in the corner of my room. I realize I have not noticed it in the past three days. If Era knew They would dropkick me, specking of which I have practice tomorrow.

Maybe playing could help. My art had always been my sanctuary, my way of processing jumbled emotions. So, I picked up my guitar and began strumming softly, letting each chord tell its own story and wash away the remnants of the dream. The night deepened around me, but the music's therapeutic rhythm soothed my thoughts. The vivid, haunting images from the dream started to fade as I got lost in the comforting melodies. Eventually, my eyelids grew heavy, and I placed my guitar gently beside the bed, letting sleep reclaim me. I just hoped for a peaceful slumber, away from the chaos of my dreams.

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