Bound by grace

7|Panic attack

Delilah POV
"Flowers?" I asked in disbelief how Lucas had suddenly brought me flowers.

He has never brought me flowers before, which is strange.

I stood there in front of him, confused by the lilies in a bouquet I had in my hands.

"Yes, flowers, Delilah. Would you like to go to the movies with me?" He asked me, nervously scratching his head, looking around, except in my direction.

"When?" I asked cheerfully, almost ready to jump in joy.

Wait, is he asking me out?

"Any day you are available." He smiled softly, making his dimples pop out.

"Uh, Saturday?" I asked him, and as I said the question, his eyes brightened up.

"Sure."

"Good thing. You are a wonderful friend." I taped his shoulders, which made him look uneasy.

I stand awkwardly, looking at him for a response, but he smiles—a fake smile.

Did I say something wrong? I frown at the sight of him becoming uneasy.

"Would you like to watch a novel?" He asked me, breaking the silence between us.

I smiled again, nodding my head.
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"Who gave you that?" My mother asked in disbelief as she rolled her eyes at me, looking at my lilies.

"Lucas got them for me." I smiled brightly at her and thought about him.

"Throw it." She demanded, "Why? They are precious to me." My mother came up to me, grabbed the flowers out of my hand, and started cutting them with scissors.

As I watch in disbelief, tears begin pouring down my face.

My mother tossed it onto the ground and instructed me to clean it up.

She left without any explanation.

My heart felt wrecked. I started picking up the pieces as I sobbed, "It's okay." I muttered, trying to catch my breath, but I was slowly drowning in my own tears.

Lucas brought these for me for the first time, and now they are gone. "God is here." I mumbled. I couldn't breathe; everything around me felt like it had stopped.

My mind went blank. I tried to catch my breath, but I just couldn't.

I was having a panic attack. I don't want this to happen again, like last time.

Words couldn't describe how I felt.Everything went black.
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Lucas's POV

"What happened?" I walked into the hall, where I found Delilah's brother.

I panicked as he explained what had happened to her.

"She had a panicked attack." Her brother sighed in disbelief.

Somehow, I felt like there was a reason behind all of this, and not to be surprised, her parents weren't there.

That is awful.Because of her recent struggles, even her parents can't help her.

James and the others ran up to me, panicking as I had before.

"Is she okay? Is she going to be okay?" Maddy nervously inquired as she paced back and forth.

Carlos tried to calm Maddy down as we waited anxiously for the doctor to tell us what was going on.

"Why don't we all pray together?" James suggested that out of all of us, he was the calm one, but I know for sure he was also frightened; I can see it through his eyes.

We all agreed. "Would you like to join us?" I asked Delilah's brother.

He nodded his head, and everyone held hands with each other.

James began to pray at the same time as we did, likely whispering prayers except Delilah's brother.

I felt a peace as I was praying to God; it was like a peace that I knew God was telling me everything is under control.

The doctor came out of the room, and as he approached us to give us information.

I was so curious about what was going on with her."As you can see, Delilah had a panic attack, which can lead to depression.

I advise that she take a treatment called CBT as soon as possible.

These panic attacks may cause severe anxiety disorder.""Thank you. Can we go see her?" Her brother asked the doctor.

"Yes."Delilah's brother went first, and I was thrilled that at least she's alive.The last time Delilah had a panic attack was five years ago.I thank God for keeping her alive.
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"Hey! How are you doing? Are you injured anywhere?" I asked desperately to make sure she was doing well.She chuckles at me.

"I'm fine," she mumbles, fidgeting with her fingers."You are lying. Your nose is red." I said softly, sitting next to her in bed, but not too close, so she doesn't get uncomfortable.

She stayed silent for a while until I said, "Your nose gets red when you lie."I may look insane for noticing such detailed information about her, but she doesn't even know it.

"I never knew. Yes, Lucas, as you can see, I'm not okay. My own mother was the cause of this tragedy, and I don't even know if the word 'family.' is true." She began to ramble as she started to cry.

I immediately embraced her with a hug.

"It's okay. Trust in God's plan. You don't have to live there, you know.

I can help you rent an apartment or stay at my mother's house.

You have a lot of people who care for you." I gently whisper to her, stroking her thick, frizzy, curly hair.

"But it's hard." She bawled her eyes out; hearing her break out like that makes my heart break.

She pulled away and started to wipe her tears away. Her face was red, and her eyes got puffier.

"I don't want to live there anymore," she said quietly, trying her best not to cry again. "You can talk to either your brother or my mother.

Anyone you feel comfortable with."She nodded her head and gave me a smile.

Her brother decided to take her to his house.

I'm so grateful that she stayed with him, because if she hadn't, her parents would've done something worse to her by now.
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Heyy! Sorry this chapter is short, sorry if it's boring but I am trying here.

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