Another Side

Veil of a snap

Tick tock tick tock.....

Over and over again the presents of the clock could be heard, echoing throughout the room,  flooding the ears of the people surrounding Charlotte. The young child sat, an elated grin spread across her face, her excitement flooding through her veins, she couldn't hear much more than the pounding of her heart. People smiled around her, watching as Charlotte stared down at the pink cake in front of her, the flames of the candles adorned the cake, flickering their light into Charlotte's eyes. For a moment, that moment, the ticking was all that was auditory as people watched in anticipation for Charlotte to blow the flames away in a puff of air. Her jaws twitched, her chest puffed up, air sucked through her nostrils, leaning forward she pushes the air from her lungs, out her mouth, onto the flickering flames. In seconds the flames dissipated, leaving a trail of black smoke behind them. Sudden cheers echoed throughout the room, the sound of the clock being muted within all the released chatter.

The mother of Charlotte walked up to the table where the child sat, the dark tired circles under her eyes covered by carefully applied makeup. A smiled was plastered on her face, her dangerously thin body was accentuated by her form fitting dress. She looked down at Charlotte, with a questioning look she asked "Alrighty birthday girl, what part of the cake do you want?" Charlotte pushed her body weight up, letting her swinging feet be lifted onto the chair, she stood upon the chair. Leaning towards the cake Charlotte pointed at the corner of the cake with the rose. The mother smiled, taking a knife she sliced into the cake, careful to get the rose within the slice, while some other young children ran up; they pointed at the parts of the cake they wanted as their parents held them back.

 With a small, almost non existent kiss to the forehead of Charlotte the mom placed the slice of cake infront of her; one little girl whined when she saw that the rose cake slice was taken. After twenty minutes children were back to running around; frosting covered their small mouths as they ran around the room, their sugar induced energy pushing them through late night. Some adults chattered, other adults tried to control their uncontrolled kids. 

The cake was revolting, the room was to noisy, the children's feet slammed down causing vibrations throughout the house. The faces of the adults betrayed their thoughts, and Charlotte could see it, she could see her family's discomfort, she could hear their low chatter, she was always able to read their expressions, her mother called it "having a third eye". Her heart rate sped up as her face went a vibrant red, every time she noticed these reactions she would always feel like she did something wrong, like it was her fault they were here. Being at a young age, her emotions took over logic, she started sobbing, pushing her fist to her eyes she felt a few adults walk up to her, including her mother. They questioned her, some children stood behind their parents curiously looking at Charlotte, she wiped her eyes before grabbing onto the collar of her mothers dress. She lifted Charlotte of the seat without a word, stroking the back of her head, some of the other adults questioned her, but the mother only shook her head. She was used to her daughters outbreaks, they had become often actions of hers. 

Charlotte felt her mother walk from the large room, into a smaller more desolate room, their cat sprawled out on one of the sofas looked up, obviously annoyed. The mother slowly dropped her daughter into the opposite sofa, she bent down,a grunt left her mouth as Charlotte slipped from her arms. The young child, now 7, pushed her knees up against her chest and breathed heavily, the mother rubbed her back. She had taken Charlotte to the doctors for these panic attacks since she was three, but with all the medication already they still didn't go away. Her chest moved rapidly, as she tried to catch her breath, her dark brunette curls became messy as she dug her hands into them. Her mother sighed, they had become more frequent, way to frequent, the stress was obvious now how the mother face creased around the mouth and eyes.

Charlotte was lost in her own world, sucked into the abyss she had become so used to, it was common for her to find herself here during panic attacks. It was her fault, wasn't it? She was the reason for their disappointment, isn't it? She spent 15 minutes curled up, letting the questions flood her, letting the abyss take her. But after the majority of adrenaline wore off she was back in her feet, completely dissing the moment of complete anxiety, she rubbed her eyes and smiled, skipping towards the door. Her mother shook her head behind Charlotte, she wasn't so sure how many more of these attacks she could handle......

She never realized how much those panic attacks meant in this world

Or the other side of it.

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