Mental (Sturniolo's best friend)

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TW: anxiety, panic attack, abuse, yelling, blood

please do not read if any of these topics trigger you in any way

if not, enjoy !

Yelling. All I could hear was yelling. However, when there's yelling I have to worry about her sibling instead. Oldest siblings have to do that, right? "Kiki, I'm scared." said Mandy, my younger sister. I gave her my headphones so that she wouldn't have to listen to our parents fight, but that might not have worked out as well as I thought. Wait. Only Mandy was in here, what about Daniel and Kacey, my two brothers. They are still in their room. I have to get them now.
"I am going to go check on Daniel and Kacey, okay? Just sit in my closet and listen to or watch anything." I say as I storm out of my room to Daniel and Kacey's room. I walk in to find two five year old boys sitting on the ground against the wall, hyperventilating. "Hey, hey, hey it will all be okay. Match my breathing, okay?" I say as I breathe dramatically loud so they can hear.
Finally both boys are calmed down and all the kids are in my closet with headphones to block out the noise. Time for damage control. I walk downstairs to try and locate both of my parents. Multiple broken vases, nothing new. I continue the search for both my parents when I hear yelling from the garage once more, then stop. Stop? It never stops.
I immediately ran to the garage where I heard the noise and ran into my dad with a beer in one hand, and the top part of a glass beer bottle in the other. The rest of the bottle is on the floor and stuck to my mothers head. He hit her with the bottle. "What did you do!" I yell without thinking and run up to my mother. I forgot he had another bottle. When he was drunk, he was unpredictable and there was nothing to do to stop him. He quickly drank the rest of the bottle without me noticing. I was so focused on my bleeding mother that I didn't notice him swing the bottle at me. He hit me, my own father had just hit me with a beer bottle. No. Not my father, I cannot call this man my father. I refuse.
I woke up to me being in a puddle of blood. Not a big puddle, but a normal
size puddle for someone who got hit in the head with a glass bottle. My mom must have already woken up because she wasn't there. I get up and walk to my room not worrying about my appearance. Checking my closet, I find that none of my siblings are here anymore and they must have gone to school already. Shit, I forgot about school. I go to the bathroom to see how bad I look. Horrible was an understatement. I found the first aid kit and bandaged my head. When you have abusive parents, you learn how to bandage wounds. After getting dressed and putting on makeup I start to walk to school. I pull up my hood to hide my bandages even though I know I wont be able to for long due to the school's rules.
I walk into the school and go to the office to get a late pass. There are a couple people in the halls skipping classes but that's nothing new. I get my late pass and walk to my third period since I was late, math. I had a math class with Matt so it wasn't that bad of a class.
While entering math class, all eyes turn to me. Why? Maybe because of all the bandages on my head. "Sorry Mr. Stone, I had a medical problem." I say handing him the pass. "It's alright, now go sit down so I can continue." He says and continues his lecture on how in all of his many years of teaching he has never had such a bad class. Not even an 'are you okay'? It's fine, nobody cares about if I'm okay.
"Hey Kiki, what happened to your head?" Matt said with a concerned look. "Nothing, it's fine." That was a lie. Nothing was fine. I hate everything about myself, I have no good part about life other than my siblings and the triplets, but I could never tell them that. I would be a burden if I told anyone, right? Nobody wants to listen to me rant about my problems. I sit down and Matt tries to rub my shoulder for comfort but I gently move his hand away. Sure, I want the comfort of another human being every once in a while but I just don't want to lose control of my emotions in the middle of math class. I can never open up to anyone without tearing up at least once, which is why I never do it either. Matt looks a little hurt that I pushed him away even though I know he would be the best person to get comfort from, knowing that he also has bad anxiety. Again, I can't have that in the middle of math so I ignore him and go on throughout the school day.
Science class is next and it's my last period. I have that class with Matt as well. I hope he doesn't ask about math since I haven't had a class with him since. I start to walk to class when suddenly a wave of anxiety floods through me. I don't know what to do, where it's coming from, do I go to class? Or do I go to the bathroom or somewhere else to calm down? I will go to class, if I need to calm down or if it gets worse I will go to the bathroom and calm myself down somehow. I walk into science class and sit by Matt because who else would I sit with? Not a stranger, ever. Maybe I had an unusual facial expression because Matt looked kind of concerned when he saw me. "You okay? You look... odd." "Wow thanks, but yeah. I am perfectly fine." I say with a slight smile and fix my expression. I lied. I lie a lot but rarely do I lie to Matt, especially when he just... gets me in a way nobody else does.
My anxiety has not gone down this entire class, if anything it has worsened. Sometimes it's like getting harder and harder to breathe. Do I let anyone know? No. Do I want to tell Matt at least? Yes. Can I? No. Well, I can but I don't want to be a burden to him. So I go along with class until I can barely breathe. My mind has been racing and hurting the entire class. I raise my hand. I need to escape this classroom.

"Yes, Kiara."
"May I use the restroom?"
"Yes, go ahead."

Thank you to the teachers who let you actually use the restroom. I immediately stand up, maybe too quick because my sight goes blurry for a second. When I can see normally again, I rush to the hallway. I don't think I will make it to the restroom in time. I go a decent distance from the class but can still see it before I collapse to the ground. I can't breathe.

Matt's POV

Kiara raises her hand. Weird, she never participates in class? Maybe she just has to go to the restroom. She looks stressed though, I hope she's okay. Kiara has been acting weird lately, it's like she is distant and just gloomy in a way. She isn't as bright and energetic as she used to be, or act at least. Now I have no clue if that was the real Kiara, or if it was just who she wanted us to think the real Kiara actually was.

"Yes, Kiara."
"May I use the restroom?"
"Yes, go ahead."

She quickly stands up like she's in a hurry, but pauses in motion. It looks like she's about to fall over when she starts speed walking towards the door. Why did she pause when she looked like she was in such a hurry? I need to check on her. I raise my hand.

"Yes, Matthew."
"May I also use the restroom?"
"Yes, go right ahead."

I repeat Kiara by quickly standing up and storming out of the classroom. I look both ways down the hallway and see someone on the floor in the distance. Kiara. 

Author's Note:

Hey, I deleted my other story because I didn't like it so I hope you guys like this one. I am going to try and write more but If I don't I am sorry :(

This part kind of seemed short so I will try and write longer parts more often, which also means less frequent uploads

I ALSO DONT REREAD MY STORIES SO IF THERE IS ANY MISSPELLING I AM SORRY !!!

Stay safe you guys and enjoy the story.