comfort imagines: female x daughter/sister<3

nightmare

age: 14
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y/n pov

it's getting loud again, so unbelievably loud to the point that I told my mom I was going to meeet my friends on the street but actually I was only alone so I didn't heard anything overwhelming at home.

I'm thinking about going back to journaling it used to help me a lot before someone discovered my book and I didn't felt safe on it again.

when anything doesn't go as the routine was planned I get anxious, I bite my nails more than I should, I get on verge of crying actually I want to cry but I just can't let myself

I'm so weird, like at one moment I am at my happiest but if any adult yell at me, any teacher scold me for anything it ruins my day. I have this validation feeling for people older than me so I don't show any emotions to them, because I'm utterly terrified to do so. I overthink way too much but my mom took me out of my therapy and now I don't even have a therapist to talk with.

this night I'm really stopping myself from doing something dumb on myself, something I would regret but helped me so so much in the past. but still no one knows about it

my mom is Taylor swift, you may think that it is the most awesome thing ever but it really isn't. that's not what I meant tho, I mean that I almost don't have any time with her she's always rehearsing, doing shows and now on her only free time she's spending with this guy she just met that plays football, I think he's Travis I don't know his name

with my scary thoughts and overthinking about how I could be a better kid for all of the adults in my life I fell asleep, it's not by nothing that all adults call me polite and good to talk with.

it's happening all again, I'm watching my parents fighting in front of me all again. watching my dad call me lazy and ungrateful and selfish

watching my mom being afraid to talk to my dad, having to parent my parents all over again

watching my mom vent to me because I'm more of a friend than a daughter to my mom

watching my dad ask me if he was wrong with what he said and I had to say that he was right because I'm too terrified that he will hit me. even tho he used to hit me when I was younger only I really don't think that he wouldn't do it again.

watching my mom fighting with her disorder again and having to coax her to eat

watching my mom tell me that if I wasn't born she probably would already be divorced with my kinda abusing dad

watching my mom pick at her fingers until it bleeds and having to remind her to stop picking at her fingers

but something is different here

they didn't get divorced

things had gone from bad to worse

constant yelling and it got as scary as it could be

"hey y/n wake up honey wake up" I heard a soft voice saying

YOU SELFISH UNGRATEFUL LI-

I woke up gasping for air and sobbing being immediately engulfed in a hug

"it's ok bug it was just a bad dream okay?" my mom whispered in my ear and i started to catch my breath a little better so I turned around and cradled my moms lap something I haven't done in years

"oh my goodness y/n what's wrong? talk to me please" my mom said with concern washing over her

"I'm tired and my brain won't slow down mama make it stop please! make it stop!" I whispered loudly

"shh stop thinking bubs it's alright" my mom said while hugging me tightly

"what if we go for a drive? you think that would help?" Taylor asked and I nodded my head yes

"come on then just put some shoes on" she said while going out of the room to get her shoes

we spent the next hour on the car going for a drive and eventually stopping at a McDonald's drive thru for a middle of the night snack, more specifically my favourite apple pie with a milkshake

we talked about everything, my dream, my thoughts and everything that had been bothering me. we agreed on starting therapy again and that at least for the rest of the week I would be sleeping with my mom because of my daily nightmares.

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