Malia And Kylie Oneshots

Struggling

Malia's POV

I feel tired, so exhausted I am struggling to even function, the problem is I'm not the kind tired that sleep can fix. I hate that I feel this way. I shouldn't feel this way. I have no reason to feel this way but I still do, I still let the anxiety take over my body, I stop taking my meds. I can't help it, sometimes it just gets too much and I just have to let it hurt me. I feel depressed, I hate my body, I hate voice, I can't bear to leave my room yet there is nothing wrong with me. It's just my anxiety. My stupid anxiety. Constantly nagging in the back of my head until I just let it shred through. I can't help but distance myself from people, I know that no one wants to be around someone when they're like this, I have learnt to self heal myself because in the end the only person you can rely on is yourself. I can't open up. Opening up leaves me feeling exposed and pathetic, it makes me feel guilty because I feel like I'm just asking for attention.  

Suddenly my phone rings, snapping me out of my spiral, god it's my Mom, do I answer? She will probably just make me come home, I don't want to be a burden to her. I'll just let it go to voice mail. I sigh in relief when the call disappears off my screen, I close my eyes again, letting myself to go back to the dark place, if I just get it over with I'll be back to normal soon. Then my phone starts ringing again, it's her again, I guess I should answer, she wouldn't call twice if it wasn't important. I take a few deep breathes before answering,

"Hi Mom" I say trying to hold myself together,

"Malia why didn't you answer the phone? I was worried"

"I was asleep, sorry" I lie with ease,

"Okay well I just wanted to check up on you, Kylie said you called in sick for rehearsals all week but you didn't text me that you were sick" She says, the tone of concern laced in her voice,

"I must've forgot, sorry" I say,

"Malia, are you lying?" She says,

"No, I've just been really tired and so I forgot" I say,

"Are you sure? You can talk to me baby" She says, what I wouldn't give to just break down in my Moms arms right now, but I won't, I can't.

"Yeah I'm fine Mom" I sigh,

"Turn the camera on" She says making my heart drop,

"My lights are off" I lie again,

"Okay, I'll let you go back to sleep, if anything is wrong you can just text me hunny, I love you" She says,

"I love you too" I say before hanging up, it hurts to lie to her but if she knew the truth, that I had let myself go, she would be disappointed, she would feel bad, she wouldn't be happy, how is it fair that if I told anyone how bad I feel that it makes them feel bad too, why do I have to burden someone to unburden myself?

Kylies POV

After a brutal 8 hour dance practice I'm finally home, my baby Maliki has been sick all week, I want to visit her but she told me she is contagious and I know right now isn't the time for me to be sick. After I take a shower I get into bed and go to watch tik toks but that's when I notice I missed a call from Julia, Malia's Mom? Maybe it was a butt dial. I shrug and decide to call her back anyway,

"Hey Julia did you mean to call?" I ask as she answers,

"Yes thanks for calling me back Kylie" She says,

"So what's up?" I ask,

"I think something is wrong with Malia" She says,

"Well she is sick but don't worry I have been sending door dash to her house of vegetable soup and lozenges" I laugh at my own craziness,