I ran up the stairs as fast as I could. When I entered Toby's room, I discovered my dad sitting in front of Toby and my mom was holding him in her arms on his bed. Miss Jensen was standing in the corner looking horrified. Toby had both his hands over his ears, with tears streaming down his face as he kept screaming. My mom was holding him tightly trying to calm him. I could see she was trying not to cry herself.
"What's going on?" I asked, trying to understand the scene before me. "It's one of his attacks" my dad said calmly, not looking away from Toby who still kept screaming. "What happened?" I looked over at Miss Jensen and asked.
"I don't know, we were going through some math calculations and suddenly he got very panicky and he started hyperventilating, and suddenly he was screaming and crying. I had no choice but to call your parents" she said. I could see the fear in her eyes, the fear that she had done something wrong.
"It's okay, this isn't the first time this has happened. It just usually comes at night" I told her, trying to calm her a little. "Blake? Could you please see Miss Jensen out, make sure she gets home safe" my mother said while she kept rocking Toby back and forth. I nodded and lead Miss Jensen downstairs in the hallway.
"I'm so sorry you had to experience this Miss Jensen, I know it's quite scary when he gets like this" I said and gave her her coat from the rack. "It's okay dear, I guess it just surprised me" she said, and I nodded my head. "Who wouldn't be" I said, trying to light the mood.
"Is he going to be okay?" she asked with a concerned look on her face. I could see in her eyes she really cared for Toby. I was so thankful she did. He had never had a teacher before that he liked as much as Miss Jensen. I really hoped that this experience wouldn't scare her off.
"Uhm, to be honest we're not really sure. He gets these attacks often at night and nothing really seems to help him. No doctor can really tell what it is that gives him these attacks. Most of them say its anxiety but... I don't know" I said and ran a hand through my hair.
"I'm so sorry, I had no idea" she said as she put on her jacket. "It's okay. How could you, my parents don't really tell anyone about it" I said in a low voice.
"I hope he gets better, and please call me if I can be at any assistance" she said and put her hand on my shoulder. I thanked her and said goodbye to her. I closed the door behind her and noticed that Toby's screaming had stopped, but I could hear we was now sobbing instead.
My heart ached for my little brother who was hurting so much but didn't seem to know why. Neither did any of us. His attacks had happened a lot lately, but never during the day, it would always be at night. I went back up into his room and sat next to my mom, who was still holding him while he was crying.
"I'm going to call the doctor and see if we can get an appointment for him" my dad said and walked out the room. I went after him and followed him into the kitchen. "Are you sure another appointment is going to help?" I asked him as he dialed the phone.
"I don't know son, but it's our only hope. We have to keep trying, otherwise he's never going to get better" my dad said. I knew he was right, but somehow, I had lost hope for any doctor to ever find the reason behind this. We stood in silence for a few moments. I could hear the waiting music playing through his phone.
"Did you talk to Becca?" he suddenly asked as he waited to be passed through to the doctor.
I couldn't believe the fact that his son was upstairs crying and screaming in pain for unknown reasons, and still he decided to focus on the fact that he wanted Becca out of my life. I almost told him off for it but decided that it would only make things worse.
"Yeah, I did" I answered and crossed my arms. "How did she take it?" he asked and looked at me. "Not well. But it's over now" I said and looked at the floor. I had never been good at lying. "Good" he nodded his head and turned around when someone started speaking on the phone.
I shook my head at him, without him seeing, and went up into Toby's room again, to discover that he was now asleep in my mother's arms. Tears was slowly falling down her cheeks and I sat down next to her and put my arm around her. She smiled lightly and rested her head on my chest. We stayed like that for what felt like minutes, hours even, while I stared out at the rain, cleaning the windows outside.
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Thank you for reading todays chapter! I'm sick at the moment that's why it took me a while to get it up. But I really hope you enjoyed it anyway! Don't forget to vote and leave a comment if you did :)
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Yours, Ani

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