Mental (Sturniolo's best friend)

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(I change my format depending on what device I am writing on so if you notice it changed that's why. Enjoy reading!!!)

TW: panic attack, self-injury mentions, blood, abuse mentions, anxiety

If any of these trigger you, please do not read.

stay safe !

Kiara's POV

I try to concentrate on getting my breathing under control when I hear a classroom door open in the distance. I look over my shoulder and see Matt looking to his right. When he looks left he will see me, and I know it. There is no prevent what the human eye sees when it's right in front of them.

I look back at the other wall and try to focus on my breathing. I can't hear if Matt is walking towards me over my sobbing. Breathe in for four, out for four, in for four, out for- fuck it's not working. My ears are ringing and I'm light headed. Why do I have to live like this? Why can't I just be normal? I don't want to deal with this anymore. My vision is starting to go blurry when I see a silhouette right by me. "Kiara, can you hear me? Everything is going to be okay," says the boy now sitting right next to me, "try your best to follow my breathing. I'm here to help you." Matt begins to breathe louder so that I can hear it. "I-I c-can't breathe. Please M-Matt help me." I manage to say. Normally my panic attacks don't get to the point where I can't breathe, so I have no clue what to do in this moment.

"I know, I know. Just try to follow my breathing. Ready? Just do what I always do, in for four, out for four, in for four, out for four."

Little does Matt know, I have been trying to do that this entire fucking time and look where I am now. I am still sitting up against a wall having to be cared to so that I can do a normal human skill, breathing. Who knew breathing could get so hard?

Apparently Matt did.

Matt's POV:

It's not working. What I normally do to help myself when I can't breathe isn't working. What do I do? I don't know how long she's been like this and I don't think I have enough time to get Nick and Chris to help me out. They  might just tell her the same thing though. All they know is that normally my breathing technique works. Maybe that's all I know too. I can't help her, I don't know what to do.

No. I can help.

"What is something that makes you the happiest?" I ask, waiting for a reply.

"Kacey, Daniel, and Mandy. They make me so happy." she says.

"Talk about them, or at least think about them if you don't want to speak."

"I love them so much and they have no idea."

"That's it, keep talking."

"Oldest sibling guilt is eating me alive. I just want to leave but I can't leave my siblings, I could never do that to them."

Wow. She speaks so clearly about her emotions. Wait... why would she want to escape her house? I can't ask her right now because if it's something stressful it could ruin all the work we just did calming her down.

She has now calmed down her breathing a lot and can now stand up and go back to class with me. I walk in first so that no eyes are on her, I don't want her to feel like she's being stared at. Sure, I hate being stared at but I also didn't just have a panic attack. I think I can suck it up.