Velve

Airport

•Bell•
I slowly opened my eyes. It's over. My face is sticky with the tears and my arm fell asleep.
Did it work? All the things I was thinking about? What that Jeremey giving in?

"Bell. What was that." My dad said with an infuriated look in his eye.

I looked at him. He doesn't believe teenagers can have depression or anxiety. And taking pills for it is SO out of the question with him, 'because it's just my teenage hormones and I shouldn't overreact.'

"'That' was a panic attack." I use my fingers to make quotations around the word 'that.'

"Children don't have panic attacks Arabella." He spat with bitterness in his words. "Because of your little tantrum, we're going to be late for our flight. That was so immature, I feel like I'm talking to a 5-year-old who didnt get a cookie."

He marches away fiercely.
Jeremey takes my hand and wipes a stray tear from off my face.

"He doesn't understand. You know his parents weren't really sympathetic with him." He says softheartedly.

"I know. But the way he projects those negative emotions... It just makes me feel like I have something to feel sorry for."

"Maybe you do." His cold form was returing.

"Like what Jeremey? My emotions? I'm sorry but I'm not going to apologize for that."

"You just did."

"Damn it." I try to mimic his icy composure.

"Don't cuss." He says.

"Don't tell me what to do. Come on, let's go."

We both stood up and went to the car.
Then we went to the airport and took a plane to our new home.