i woke up in the middle of the night with tears surrounding my eyes.
I started crying again suddenly remembering what I had dreamt about. I had let anxiety get the best of me and I was now curled up into a ball as I continued to cry.
'it's not real
it was just a dream'
I kept telling myself. that didn't work because I was now having an anxiety attack. I reached for my phone and called Gina.
she and my dad were the only ones who knew about my anxiety.
the call went voicemail after a few rings so I called her until she answered.
"Kylie it's 3 in the morning. why are you asleep? is everything okay?" I heard her ask.
"g-g-gina" I stuttered through sobs.
"Kylie what's going on?" she asked.
"I-I-I had a b-b-bad dream a-again about mom" I said in between sobs.
"did something happen recently that would trigger these? because you haven't had them in a long time."
I started crying harder at the thought of what happened in the car.
"okay you need to calm down. take deep breaths. in then out" I did as she said and kept taking deep breaths until I was able to tell her what happened.
"earlier we were all in the car and Cameron slammed the breaks which scared me and gave me a flash back of when my mom died. and the other day he was try to get my attention and he wasn't paying attention to where he was going and he swerved a little bit." I told her as I stated to cry again.
"I'm going to talk to Cameron about his driving. but since I'm not there, you're going to have to tell him what happened so he can help you" gina told me.
"b-but I don't w-want to t-tell him." I said
"Kylie, you're going to have to trust him" she told me.
I just cried
"okay I'm going to let you talk to Cameron and get some sleep. I love you. goodnight"
"I love you too" I said before ending the call.
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I continued to lay on my floor and cry. I couldn't calm myself down. all i could think about what my mom. I started blaming my self for her death.
I guess I was crying too loud because I could hear footsteps in the hallway.
I quickly covered my mouth so that my sons were muffled out.
"kyles? is everything okay?" I heard Cameron ask from outside my door.
"y-yes" I tried to say without crying but I failed.
