Mental

Chapter 1

     UGH! Why do I always seem to sleep in to late? My alarm was supposed to go off an hour ago. I quickly roll out of bed, and run to my closet. I put on a Thrasher sweat shirt and ripped jeans. I ran to the bathroom to brush my teeth, and hair, I saw myself in the mirror, and thought I looked fat. Then I quickly get my purse,my phone, and put on my checkered Vans. Then rush out the door.

     I had enough time to stop and get coffee. So I got in line at my favorite coffee shop, and waited in line. I got to the front.

     "What would you like ma'm?" the cashier asked.

     "A large french vanilla cappuccino please" I asked quickly. I had to wait about two minutes before it was ready. I paid and quickly went out the door. I was walking threw the streets of LA with the goal of getting to work on time. I heard the engines of the cars, and the buzz of people talking. I saw the pretty blue sky, and off in the distance the breath taking view of the beach. But I couldn't look for long. LA streets were always really really busy. So you had to pay attention. But how could I with the beautiful beach over there taunting me. All the sudden I felt some thing hard and was flung back a little.

     "Ouch" I heard someone say.

     "I'm so sorry I wasn't paying attention" I said before looking at the person whom I just rudely spilled my coffee on. But when I looked up I saw my idol. I couldn't believe that I just spilled my hot coffee all over Darren Criss.

     "No problem, it's okay" he said smiling at me. Okay Abby you're fine just don't embarrass yourself, I thought to myself.

     "N..no I..sh..should have..been..p..p...paying attention" I said going into an anxiety attack.

     "Hey, are you okay?" I heard him ask, but I couldn't answer. I think he realized that something was wrong because he tried to grab my wrist to pull me somewhere, but I also couldn't move. So he picked me up bridal style, and sat me down on a near by bench in the shade. 

     "Look I don't know who you are. but I can tell that there is something wrong, I'm pretty sure its either a panic attack or an anxiety attack. So I'm going to stay with you, and try to calm you down" he said crouching in front of me, and taking my hands in his. He started to genitally rub my hands as he said things to calm me down. eventually it worked. I looked at him to find him looking  at the cuts on my wrists. Then he looked into my eye's seeing that I had calmed down. "What's your name?" he asked.