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| Jacklyn | Triggers |

Warning: as the title may suggest, this focuses heavily on anxiety and panic attacks so please read with caution and remember you are not alone and there are many great services which can help as well as talking whether it be with a parent, friend, teacher, colleague or another trusted adult x

Brook

I thought I was finally over it.

I thought I had won.

I thought it was over.

I was wrong.

For as long as I can remember, I have struggled, thoughts constantly swirling around my head and emotions overwhelming my entire body. Some days were okay, others not so much but I got through them.

It was worse when I was young, there was a point when almost daily I was bedridden due to the exhaustion that consumed me after an attack, not even knowing most of the time what had caused the suffocating wave of anxiety to flood through me and send me spiralling.

But I had gone months without an attack now, I had never so happy and so much freedom. I felt like I was on top of the world and nothing could drag me down but the thing is, whenever there's a climb, there's a fall.

Today was my fall.

~

"Brook?"

I groan, blinking my eyes open, seeing Jack leaning over me, a shy smile tugging at his lips.

"Morning." I whisper.

"Morning babe." He says, placing a quick kiss on my lips. "I wanted to let you sleep in but Charlie's gonna be here soon and we've got a fair bit of stuff we need to get through today."

"Okay, I'm getting up." I groan, sitting up and swinging my legs over the edge of my bed.

"I'll make you a drink ready for when you come downstairs yeah?" Jack asks, standing in the door way of my room.

"Yeah thanks."

He gives me a warm smile before shutting the door. I let out another sigh before proceeding to get ready to start my day despite the fact it's already gone 11.

The day continues fairly smoothly, spending most of the time in our home studio either recording vocals or cuddling up to Jack on the couch. A couple of times I dozed off a little, only to be woken up by Jack getting up to do his parts, always sending me an apologetic look as he does.

After Jack joins me again, I rest my head on his shoulder, his fingers interlocked with mine. The room is silent as Charlie listens to the track with his headphones, that is until my stomach begins to rumble loudly, making Jack turn to look at me.

"Hungry babe?" He asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Maybe." I mutter, turning to look outside to see that it was now dark.

"Well as I don't think we're needed for a while do you want to walk to the shop and get some food?"

"Yeah okay." I agree, despite the sudden twist in my stomach at the thought of leaving the safety and comfort of our home.

Nevertheless, 10 minutes later me and Jack are walking hand in hand down the road to the supermarket, discussing the endless possibilities for our dinner tonight. I always love late night shopping trips with Jack, especially when the supermarkets are pretty much deserted. It doesn't take us long to get our food and drinks before paying, Jack grumbling about having to pay 5p for a bag as we didn't think to bring one with us.

The walk back home however is when everything goes down hill. We're walking down the last street before we reach home, or the brick as some of the boys like to call it when we hear shouts and screams.