Dancing on Eggshells

This the part when Bobba arrives unexpectedly

As I walk Lana around the neighborhood, my brain is exploding with thoughts. If Lana were to jump and get rid of her leash, run all the way down the street and gnaw someone to death, I would probably only notice the gnawing part. My mind is overlapping with thoughts. There's too many things happening and too many things to comprehend. That's why when I look at my phone and see that I have to walk Lana for another ten minutes,I send a text asking my mom to call me.
She sends me a text back a minute later.
Is Lana okay?
I text back.
Yes, she's walking too fast though.
The exchange of texts continue.
You say she's always like that.
Yes, but I think we should try and put like heavy pads on her legs to get her to slow down.
Keoria, that's terrible! You're so ungrateful for such a beautiful gift in our family.
Ugh, I'll just talk to when I get home.
Then my phone is buzzing with messages from my mom that eventually end when I step onto my property. Mom is standing in behind the living room window waiting for me and stops her texting as she sees me. I walk up onto our porch with Lana running towards the door like its Hogwarts and my mom swinging open the door.
"Jesus! You gave me such a fright !"
"Why"? I groan as I walk through the door, Mom closes it the minute I come through with Lana.
"You ask me to call you and then you just ignore me!" She replies
"Because you were asking unnecessary questions!"
"You really worried me".
"Why "? I ask as I take Lana's leash off.
"I thought you were going to have a meltdown like you did on Wednesday night ".
After that Tammy disappeared, I sat myself down onto the pavement of TerryHill  and cried like a baby. My dad came to find me after Meryl was probably screeching into the intercom:
"Karaoke! Where are you!? I don't want to lose my job! I have 600 cats to support at home!"
Remember, I didn't say it was completely accurate, she probably has ,like, ten cats.
Anyway, my dad found me crying and he took me home and I carried on crying there. My mom was with a client so my dad stayed with me and was all sympathetic and soft and stuff.
"Sweetie, I know what happened with Celeste", he began, "it's not your fault but rather mine to let you see her".
"Jesus Dad! Of course I knew it was all your fault! Whose fault would it be? Oh, probably Meryl because she's honestly the worst nurse on the entire planet! She's basically a brain damaged version of Nurse Ratched from One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest!"
After that, I just cried in my dad's arms. Then Chris came downstairs and asked if I had gone all 'South Keoria ' and I screamed at him.
It was basically a very emotional day .
Later that night, I had a panic attack and from then, my parents were seriously considering taking me back to a child psychiatrist. I had gone a few times when I was younger when I had begun my battle with anxiety. It hadn't been to bad for the past few years so my parents had been monitoring me instead.My dad is an adult psychiatrist so he wouldn't talk to me, especially since he knows me too well. My parents didn't know I knew they were  considering though. I just stayed up one night later than I was supposed to and heard them talking about it in their bedroom.
For the past few days, my goal is to prove to my parents that I'm not crazy. I was once crazy and now I'm not. That is really my only debate at the moment.

Now that the snow has stopped, I am running around the neighborhood instead of at the gym. When I went jogging last night, I announced to my parents in the most over dramatic way ever.

"Mom! Dad! I'm going jogging!"
My mom and dad were sitting on the couch in the living room,watching some television show whilst my brother was doing something in his room. I had walked into the living room and announced my following activity as if I was outside in an open field.
"Okay, sweetie, have fun and stay safe". My dad said.
I wasn't finished though.
"You know, they say that ,like, 104% of people that jog three times a week like me are likely to have a healthy brain...and have muscles...in their legs".
"Where did you hear that Keoria"? My mom asked.
"Um...Not crazy...um...NotCrazyTeenButSaneTeen.com".
"Is that even a real website"?
I frowned.
"So you now think I'm hallucinating as well? That my anxiety is going to tear me up and force me into  going into a psychosis and then becoming catatonic"?!
My dad cleared his throat.
"I'm happy you know those terms but that isn't actually how it works-"
"Oh my god! I can't believe that you think I'm crazy and want to send me to a child psychiatrist!"
Mom sighed.
"Firstly, you shouldn't of been listening to that. Secondly, what's the big deal? You've gone one before, you know what it's like and that's like seeing a doctor except talking about what's going on inside your head".