Saved by the stars

Chapter one - tough day x

Sam's pov
As I dragged myself into what feels like the burning pits of hell for the first time this week I swore I could still hear my alarm ringing or maybe it was the screech of my form tutor as I was late once again. I must've fallen asleep at some point during tutor as I didn't wake up until I was shoved by my friend amber, amber is funny but has absolutely no patience. I decided to check my first lesson, English!
I don't hate English but at the minute I have a new teacher who doesn't seem to like listening to any of my arrangements or even my preferred name , my name is Samantha but I prefer Sam for personal reasons.
As I dragged my feet up the heavy stairs of the English department I found myself only 7 minutes late to English. That's quite quick for me, however as I entered English I heard the screech of miss tealy.
'SAMANTHA WHY ARE YOU LATE AGAIN, GO STAND OUTSIDE!'
So I did, I had no interest in her or her lesson but after five minutes she came outside and screamed about how I was disappointing my parents, that was it, I had had enough and stormed out of the English block Into the cool down centre. As I walked in hoping to go to a quiet room and speak to miss wilson, my favourite teacher, I was greeted by an unfamiliar face.
'Hi I'm miss small what can I do for you today'
I soon barged past into miss Wilson's office and asked her to ring my sister.
Oh yeah
That's the other thing
My sister is Leah Williamson.
Leah soon arrived at school and took me home understanding that my routine had changed too much already today and I needed time to process.
About two hours later I was sat in my room, in some comfortable clothes , with no tags, and was sat staring at my wall when Leah came in and asked what I wanted for lunch.
After hard days I tend to find my appetite almost completely gone but today had been trickier I had routines changed, I had been 'triggered' as miss wilson calls it by being called Samantha and someone new tried speaking to me. I struggled to talk but Leah seemed to understand. She came back five minutes later with headphones, a stress ball and a notebook. She was ready to combat whatever was about to happen. She started off by asking me easy questions like what lessons I had but then moved onto what upset me, I find it hard to talk about emotions let alone write about them but Leah gave me the main options that often seem to upset me.
I started to write what happened and she swallowed me into a hug.
'Sammy' (a nickname only she calls me) 'miss wilson has spoke about not calling you Samantha so I'll ring up and make her aware'

Leah's pov
I watched as she became more and more agitated after mentioning her full name but I knew not to make any more physical contact as it would trigger her, I think she doesn't understand that she can be scared or upset about her childhood. I guess the ptsd and autism make a deadly duo when paired together. I could see the shutdown coming but we are still working on a list of coping mechanisms as she's only stayed with me for a couple months now. I know that she can go nonverbal and have flashbacks but sometimes it's more complex and I think that's where we need to bring in extra support.