It'll Be Our Secret

Bad News

"Camz, I have bad news." Lauren walked into the hospital room.

"What is it Lolo?" I felt a weird sensation in my stomach, and all throughout my body. It was like the feeling that you are going to throw up and cry at the same time, and I wanted to also punch something, and scream and cry at the same time.

Anxiety.

I'd never had anxiety this bad before.

"Babe, they want you to go to the trial. You were ordered to. We all were."

I closed my eyes, I felt a flashback of him pinning me against the wall.

I can't breathe. I can't breathe.

I started choking on my own air as I was trying to gasp for air.

"OH MY GOD! Nurse! Nurse! Someone come help!" Lauren screamed into the hallway and rushed to come see what was wrong.

I still felt like I couldn't breathe, and nurses rushed into the room.

"Camila, spot some things you can touch, smell, and look at. Breathe honey, just breathe." The nurse soothed me.

I looked at Lauren, and I motioned her to come to me.

I touched her cheek, and tenderly stroked it.

I pulled her in for a hug, and smelled her scent that I love so much.

I looked into her emerald green eyes.

I could breathe again as I did all of these things.

"Honey, you were having a panic attack. Something triggered it."

I looked at the nurse with blonde hair and my eyes welled up with tears.

"You-you mean I have anxiety now? I've had it before... but it's never been this bad..."

I am afraid. I am afraid that for the rest of my life, I will be like this. And thinking of what I thought of... can trigger something like that.

"We can get you therapy and maybe that will help?" The nurse suggested.

"B-but... I don't want to go to therapy," Tears rolled down my cheeks.

"There are always other things you could try; but therapy would be the best. It is he most recommended treatment of anxiety. Talking with a professional will help." The nurse seemed like she was trying to help, but I don't want to go.

What if people think I'm a nut case?

I could be a role model for girls, and this is all my fault. Now they won't look up to a mentally insane person.

"Oh, ok."

"If you need anything just press the button on your wrist. Especially if what just happened happens again."

I nodded, and she left to continue going around checking on other patients.

"Babe, it's ok. You don't have to go to therapy." Lauren comforted me.

"You're my therapy, Lauren."

"I love you, Camila."

"I love you more, Lolo."

"Well... I love you the most, Camz."

I blushed at her comment, and we waited for me to get checked out.

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