A/N: hey guys, long time no write/nor read. I've been busy trying not to fail at senior year or have my whole life fall apart, which is cool. I'm turning 18 on the 26th, which has been giving me major anxiety, which is fun. I hope you all are doing better than me, and I hope you enjoy this shitty story. I promise to have a way better one up within the week. Much love.
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Slow breaths, slow breaths is all I can handle. As I take the humid air into my lungs, I sink further into the tub, just trying to focus on my own body more than my thoughts. My thoughts are what put me in this situation in the first place, this tight chested, mind racing, unsteady situation. As I continue to try to control my breathing, I start to name of sensations I can feel on my body, something that so often brings be back down from the chaos in my mind.
"I-I can feel the water falling back and forth on my chest as I breath." I said to nothing, my voice echoing off the tiles in the bathroom. "I can feel my hands shaking, and I can feel that my toes are cold because they aren't in the water." I continued, looking towards my toes, my feet resting on the side of the tub. I wiggled them, a small smile coming to my face as I started to feel a bit better. "I can feel the muscles in my face move when I smile, and I can feel my wet hair pressed to the back of my neck." I closed my eyes, resting my head against the wall, trying to enjoy the peace and quiet while it lasted, because in Riverdale it never lasted long.
To be fair, it never really lasted long around me anyways, I didn't just gain insanely bad luck and have horrible things just happen around me when I moved to Riverdale. I had always been like this, just... maybe a little more was at stake here, like my life sometimes. The fact that my life was in danger so much definitely didn't help my anxiety, not that anyone would think it would. It made it much worse, so much so that I debated moving away. The thought of leaving made me sad, I moved here to escape my old life, to start anew, and for while I found some happiness. I had great friends, and okay-ish school, a boyfriend whom i love very much, but, a person can only take so much mental torment that anxiety causes. It was already pretty bad on its own, but here, with the murderous fathers and the black hood killers, it was hard to not let it make everything even worse.
