Castles crumbling (Taylor Swift's little sister)

We were happy (Taylor's panic attack and sh)

HUGE TW: this chapter contains a graphic self-harm description

Long chapter ahead. This was a request, and I was trying to get it right. Hope you like it. If you are struggling with self-harming, please reach out and ask for help. Harming yourself won't solve anything and you don't deserve to struggle in silence, and you definitely don't deserve or need the pain.

Taylor had been very anxious lately. She didn't really know why but her mind was always loud. She had some awards she was attending in a couple of days, she was nominated for her latest album, and it was stressing her too much: the people she was going to see, the paparazzi, the dress, the food... she knew her fans had loved the album, but she was always working hard, always trying to do better and she wanted to win. It was evident she was having a rough time; she was isolating herself; she was spending lots of time in the living room that had her piano and her guitar or in her room "writing", but she actually didn't write anything, just stared at the blank page until time passed.

You didn't want to bother her but also knew she needed to be pulled a bit out of her head, even when you didn't really know what was going through her head. You knocked softly on Taylor's door and waited for some seconds but there was no answer, you decided to open the door very slowly. You saw Taylor laying in the middle of her bed her guitar aside, on front of her there was a journal and a pen, but there was nothing written in the paper; it was blank. Taylor had her eyes closed, some dried tears on her cheeks, her eyes swollen and when you came closer you saw some tears stained in the piece of paper. Your heart broke. You carefully took the journal and pen and placed it on the nightstand table, then moved the guitar and put it on top of a pouf. You carefully jumped onto the bed, at Taylor's right, that way you could see if she woke up, could stroke her back and play with her hair. You did it for about 10 minutes in which Taylor accommodated herself better and in between dreams, she smiled. Suddenly she started to wake up and when she realized she had fallen asleep she sat down panicking, then she saw you there and panicked even more.

- "What's wrong?" She asked and you, who were just falling asleep, you immediately woke up too.

- "Nothing, just wanted to be with you for a bit" you said sitting up too.

- "When did you get here? How long have I been sleeping?" Taylor asked turning around so she could face you.

- "Relax Tay, I came to spend some time together, you didn't answer the door, I opened it and found you sleeping. I just wanted to play with your hair and stroke your back for a bit..."

Taylor covered her face with her hands - "I'm sorry. I'm just stressed..."

- "What's going on?" You asked.

- "Nothing, just stressed" Taylor answered but looked away.

You thought for some seconds before speaking up again, deciding to try to push a bit: - "You're anxious, isolating...I just want to help"

Taylor's body slumped slightly, her voice more vulnerable: - "I'm fine, just tired and yeah, anxious, but fine"

- "What are you anxious about?"

- "I don't know... a lot in my head, but how are you? You already had morning snack?" Taylor asked.

- "Yup" you replied.

- "And you ate it all?" She questioned. It was evident that she was trying to drift off the attention from her.

- "Yeah. Mom made sure I did. Don't worry about it" you said.

- "I'm always going to worry about you, baby" Taylor said touching your cheek gently.

- "I know, but you don't need to worry about me all the time. Just because you're the big sister doesn't mean I can't worry about you and care about you. I love you too and I see you're not okay"