Panic Attack

Chapter 6 : Interview and concert

Chapter 6

Later...
  
Riker POV

Usually when we stay in hotels, I sleep with Rocky. But mom wanted me in her room because she was worried about me. It almost sort of felt like a punishment. But whatever...

I got changed into my pjs, and then got into bed. Dad was looking over at me from his and mom's bed. I think he's concerned about me.

When mom was done brushing her teeth, she came over and sat down beside me.

"How are you feeling?" She asked.

"I'm ok... But what if I have a panic attack during the interview or the concert?"

"Riker, you love performing. I doubt that's going to happen."

"But what if it does?"

"Then we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Why don't you lay down and try to get some sleep, ok?"

"Ok, mom."

She kissed my head, and then I laid down. Mom pulled the covers over me, and I shut my eyes. Please just let everything go smoothly tomorrow...

The next day...

Riker POV

I've never been so nervous for an interview in my entire life. I'm so scared I'm going to have a panic attack during it.

I couldn't even eat any breakfast because my stomach was hurting.

Dad drove us all to the building that the interview was at. Someone showed us to our dressing room. Mom started to fix our hair. We were already wearing our outfits for today. We were wearing black and gray.

"5 minutes, R5," someone called.

Immediately, my heart started to race.

"M-mom, I c-can't do t-this!" I shouted, trembling.

"Rydel, finish Ross's hair, please," mom said, coming over to me.

I sat down on the floor.

"W-why is it h-happening again!?" I asked, starting to cry.

"I don't know, honey."

Mom sat down beside me.

"I c-can't do t-the interview!"

"It's ok. We'll just tell them you're sick."

I pulled my knees to my chest. I felt scared and I honestly felt like I was almost going crazy.

"R5! You're on!"

"Rocky, tell them Riker's sick," mom said.

"Ok."

Dad and Ryland followed them out so they could watch the interview.

"I j-just want it t-to stop!" I cried.

"I know, honey. Try taking some deep breaths, ok?"

I laid my head against mom's shoulder, and just tried to breathe even though it felt like I couldn't really.

"Come on, Riker. Just try to relax."

I focused on my breathing, and the panic attack finally passed.

"I want to go home," I whimpered.

"We still have a concert, Riker."

"I don't want to do it. I'll have another panic attack."

"Riker, you've never not done a concert before."

"Mom, I just can't."

"Ok, ok... Just relax, honey."