𐬽✧ A Taylor Swift Adoption Story ✧𐬽
❝I think you should come live with me...❞
A STORY IN WHICH...
a thirteen year old girl from New York is struggling to find her place in the world. That is, until the woman she has admired her whole life comes a...
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❝It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well...❞
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TW: mentions of an eating disorder and panic attack
KIARA I couldn't breathe. The only thing I could hear was my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn't think straight. I couldn't breathe.
It was only when Taylor grasped my shoulders and looked directly into my eyes, that I could start to understand small parts of what just happened.
About to throw up.
Caught.
Pulled away from the bathroom.
Going to get fat.
I then felt my knees start to buckle, slumping down to the ground while burying my face in my knees that were tucked up to my chest. My body was shaking uncontrollably as silent tears began to fall, soaking my face.
"Kiara, honey, I need you to look at me, please." Taylor's voice was muffled — it felt like I was underwater. I couldn't focus on anything, I couldn't breathe, and I couldn't bear to look up, knowing that I would be met with a look of disappointment.
However, I was given no choice when she gently pulled my knees down and cupped my face, moving my head up to meet her eyes. "Deep breaths, Ki. Come on, breathe with me."
"I can't." I managed to speak through the tears, although my voice broke instantly.
"Yes you can. Can you tell me three things that you can see?" She questioned calmly, tucking the hair that was stuck to my tear-soaked face behind my ears.
"T-The door... The window and... and you." I responded, struggling to get the words out in between my rapid breathing.
"Perfect. You're doing amazing, sweetie. Now, can you tell me three things that you can hear?" Taylor continued, now holding my hands in a firm but gentle grip.
"Uhm- the birds outside, my voice, and cars." I stated, feeling my breathing slowing down slightly, although my body was still shaking. Taylor continued to praise me, also talking me through simple breathing exercises until I had calmed down.
After around fifteen more minutes, my breathing had slowed down completely, the only trace of the panic attack being the tear stains on my cheeks. She's going to send me back early. There's no way she will want to deal with me for another two days after this. I saw those tears in her eyes. I was doing this. I was making her life so much harder than it needed to be. Being a celebrity as popular as Taylor had to be so stressful already — I wasn't exactly making it any easier.
