Running Away

My Anxiety Cure

An hour after my nightmare freakout, Blue eyes finally works up the courage to talk to me again.

"So where are you headed?" He asks hesitantly.

"Moresville." I state.

"Oh cool so am I!" He chirps.

"Yeah, cool."

"What school are you going to?"

"Davison Day."

"Thats where I go! What grade?"

"Junior."

"Wow, bae, it's like we're like twins or something!" He exclaims.

I flinch at 'bae'. Hunter always hated it when other guys talked to me let alone called me bae.

"Yeah."

"You don't talk much do you?"

I just shake my head.

"Well then, I guess I'll just do the talking."

"O-okay."

"Well, I'm 16, from Moresville NC. My best friends are Cam, Matt, Carter, Shawn, Jack, Jack, Aaron, Jacob, Taylor, and Mahogany." He pulls out a white iPhone 5s and shows me pictures of all of them. "I have a baby sister, Skylynn, a younger brother, Hayes, and an older brother, Will." He continues. "I play Lacrosse for Davison Day. I'm funny, sweet, and a pretty good conversationalist, if I do say so myself." He winks, and I feel my face go red.

I've never been winked at before.

"Really?" He smirks.

Crap, I said that out loud.

"Ye-yeah." I pull my hood farther down my face.

"Well I'm glad I could be your first."

"Yeah."

"So, any questions?" He asks mockingly.

"Uh, do you always tell strangers your life story?" I ask honestly.

Something I said must have been funny because he begins laughing.

"Not usually, I guess you're just special."

"I'm not."

"Why do you say that?"

Let me think, maybe because I've been sexually, physically, and mentally abused by my boyfriend for the past 3 years.

"I-I'm just n-no-not." I stammer out.

"If you say so," he shrugs and leans back. "But thats not the best attitude to have."

"Attitude is the least of my problems." I mutter.

"Then whats the most?"

Hunter.

"Uh-"

"Is it that Hunter guy you were screaming at?"

"Hunter?! No, no he's- no." I panic.

"Who is he?"

"Wh-why should I tell you?" I ask trembling with fear and panic. The thought that blue eyes could swing at any moment terrified me.

"Woah, calm down." He says noticing me shaking. "It's okay you don't have to tell me, I was just wondering."

I gulp and nod. My anxiety beings rushing through my body. The thought that I'm going to have a panic attack in this plane, only scaring me more.

My breath gets uneven, memories of Hunter race through my head.

"Hey are you alright?" Blue eyes questions. "Hey-" he touches my arm and I flinch away. "I'm not going to hurt you, its okay." He assures me and lightly holds my shoulders. "Just breathe its okay, its okay."

I press my eyes together and suck in deep breaths.

"Just like that, bae, you're going to be alright." He strokes my arms.

"Why-why are you . . ." I suck in another deep breath. "Help-p-ping me?"

"Wouldn't you help if you were me?" His blue eyes tear into my soul.

I just pull my legs up to my chest and continue to calm my racing heart.

Blue eyes watches me, unsure of what to do.

"You get panic attacks often?"

"I-it wasn't" I shake my head.

"What was it then?"

"A-Anxie-xiet-t-ty." I say, struggling with every syllable.

"Oh, how can I help?"

"You already," I suck in another breath, "did."

"Well anything else?" He intrigues, opening his arms for me.

"No. No." I refuse. "It's not- I don't- No."

"It will help, I promise." He insists.

I finally sigh and nod.

Blue eyes smiles and unbuckles my seatbelt. He then, lifts me onto his lap and wraps his arms around my waist. His touch is comforting and my anxiety immediately fades.

"Better?" He asks into my hair.

"Mmhmm." I answer as he rubs my hip lightly.

"Good."

We stay like this until I drift off.