pretty wings

get well soon

in which Taymor has a panic attack and Kentrell is there to stop it.

trigger warning: detailed anxiety attack.

starring: tayk47

and

NBA youngboy

              taymor
students start flowing in just before the bell rings and class starts.

"Alright! today we will be talking about cell division and the different stages of it all." Ms.Lewis, our biology teacher, says.

I start to zone out and get into my mind once again.

what if I die right here, right now?

ah shit, here we go again. I try to keep the unruly thoughts in the back of my head but they seemed to be a bit more intrusive than usual.

I hear a couple of people giggling behind me and I start to feel hella uneasy.

their laughing at you, Taymor! your outfit looks ugly today and they talkin shit!

I shake the thought and start taking notes to distract myself for the next 20 minutes but it's not working.

iont know who but someone is looking at you and judging everything they see. how do i know that? i can FEEL it.

I feel my chest get tight and that uneasy feeling in my stomach gets even more intense and at this point I'm dying slowly.

breath tay, breath.

I remind myself as I clench and unclench my hands under the table to try and keep the feeling in them from slipping away from me, as it usually does in these moments.

just focus on your breathing, it's ok.

I tell myself once again as my vision starts to blur a bit, making me blink a couple of times and discreetly look around

nothing feels real, it's all fake, everything and everyone is not actually here and something is about to hurt you. this isn't reality, you have to go.

I look up from my hands and look right at Kentrell only to find him looking at me already with a worried look on his face.

shit shit shit! ion't want him worryin bout me in class.

I start to hyperventilate before I could even ask to go to the bathroom and just like that all eyes are on me.

Kentrell stumbles out of his chair to run to me grabbing me by my arm and leading me out of the room while rubbing my back.

"say, breath baby." he says to me in a soothing voice as we sat outside of the classroom with me on the floor, crisscross applesauce, and him next to me rubbing my ear and whispering calming words, "it's gon be ok, take my hand and squeeze it when you have feelin back in yours."

see, trell has witnessed me have plenty of anxiety attacks in the years we've been friends and he learned how to get me back to reality from doin his own research.

I lay my head on his shoulder and take deep breaths as I feel myself coming back fully from the attack, I squeeze his hand just like he asked.

"I'm sorry." I whisper and bury my face into his neck to hide the fact that I was about to cry.

he moved me from his neck and grabbed my chin, looking me in my eyes.

"stop allat crying, Slime. yeen gotta apologize fa somethin you can't control." he said rubbing my chin softly.

I just nod my head and get up, about to head back into the room.

trell gets up too and pushes me behind him as we walk back in and just as I expected, all eyes were on us.

"fuck y'all lookin at?  mind the business that pays you." kentrell says while bucking at a couple of people making them look away quickly.

I walk back to my seat with him leading the way and he grabs all my things, "we goin to the house and chillin for the rest of the day, you don't need to be here right na." he whispers in my ear and goes to grab his stuff too.

"you don't have to leave for me." I whisper back but he's already pulling me towards the door and I just let him, fuck it.

I wave bye to the teacher and she waves back, "get well soon, Taymor." she says and goes back to writing on the board.

I nod my head and mouth a thank you as we make our way out of the door to trell's car.

once we get to the car he opens my door then jogged to his side of the car.

I get comfortable and lay my head on the seat, letting out a sigh of relief.

a nigga is TIRED as hell bruh.

trell starts the car and puts his hand on my thigh and starts to pull out the school parking lot.

whew, this nigga fine as hell. Iont know what it is but a nigga reversing out and having that concentrated look on just does something to my soul.

"say, why you lookin at me like that? you good?" he asks me making me snap out of the lil moment I had and blush slightly.

quick lie! bitch, quick lie!!

"nothing, nothing. just in my head again." I defend quickly checking my phone to make it seem like I wasn't just eye fuckin this nigga.

he chuckles and shakes his head, "yea, ok. whatever you say."

"cocky bitch." I mumble and he squeezes my thigh catching me off guard.

"watchcha mouf, lil nigga." he says without taking his eyes off the road.

this muthafucka gon be the death of me, I promise.

hi guys, here ya go :)
                     -mya🍒