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Camila

Taylor has been jam-packed with recording- editing and interviews the past week, and I hardly had the time to see her.  I've been making myself busy with music and writing- something that makes me happy, and I'm a way I feel like I can control my emotions. Speaking of my emotions, therapy. I still go as I do think it is helping, especially with my thinking process and habits- it's good when I think I'm too good. I sit here in the lobby as I accidentally showed up early; it's a habit of mine. Alicia was still in session with another client, and I had to be patient.

  I pulled out my phone and sent Taylor a quick text.

Cam: hey babe❤️ dinner tonight, wanna go out?

After I hit send, I opened up my Instagram app, and my stomach dropped. I haven't spoken to Taylor since last night because she was helping host snl live, and I did not want to get in the way or distract her.
   The photo I'm hunched over makes my stomach turn as my mind immediately goes into overtime- looking at every detail

    The photo I'm hunched over makes my stomach turn as my mind immediately goes into overtime- looking at every detail

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  It's Taylor and that guy- the one she swore to me months ago that it was nothing and I was overreacting. But how can I not overeat now? When it's obvious. The way she's looking at him- her eyes. Hee holding his hand. I suddenly feel so sick.

* ding*

Taybay: YES BABE😘

Somehow, the words don't give me butterflies, and I don't believe what she's sending. Is she playing me, or am I the crazy one?

  "Camila," Alice calls out from the door.

I can't feel my body- I don't want to move. What am I supposed to do? I suddenly can't breathe. The second I let someone in, I get hurt—every single time.

  "Camila," Alice says again, her voice suddenly closer.

I want to crawl into a hole and die. My phone slips out of my hand, and I don't bother to grab it. I feel like I was stabbed in the stomach with a knife.

"Camila, breathe."

I feel a hand on my shoulder, and I jump. The hand is just Alice's, but I want an out-of-body experience/ I want to get away from all this.

I'm overreacting- she sold me it's not anything. Why are they holding hands? I can't breathe. I drop my phone and head it clatter to the floor, and this can't be happening. It can't.

"Camila, you need to calm down," Alice says, crouching to my level.

I can't think. I throw my head down in between my legs and calm my eyes shut.

" 1........2.......3........4.........5......." I shakily breathe

" That's it, Camila- your doing great," Alice whispers

Why didn't it feel that way?

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