Angelic

Everybody says that anxiety is one of the few things that after you've gotten it once you can never actually be rid of it. Your anxiety can cool down and mellow out but never has anyone ever truly gotten rid of their anxiety. People always say that you should try to the best of your ability not to get it. Nobody tries to get anxiety and even if you could try to keep yourself from getting anxiety nobody would get it. Ever. Anxiety will always come back and haunt you one day, I can tell you that first hand.

Hi, I'm nothing but your plain, boring, average 15 year old teenager. My name is Angelina Courtney-Jei Reddman. I live in Scotland with my great aunt (who's in her 40's, my family's messed up) but I'm originally from England. My aunt's name is Bella (Everybody calls her Baby Bella because she acts like a total child) and she lives out here in the highlands. I moved when I was about eight, nobody knows a thing about my old life. Bella was widowed after her husband was stabbed in the chest. After getting rushed to hospital and finding out he'd lost too much blood Bella agreed to take me in.

Back to me now, I struggle with the average problems most teens do, being liked, peer pressure, studying and making the 'right choices' that will affect you all throughout your life and all that tat. However I have some less common conditions among my peers, more mental health though. If you plop me down in at a party full of new people I going to be sprinting out of the room even before you can say 'welcome to the party'. My mind would fill with 'what if they don't like me?' or 'what if nobody talks to me?' or a comment scarily similar to it.

If you didn't catch what I meant I'm going to keep hinting at it until you figure it out. Nah, I'm not that much of a bully. I know the feeling when anxiety and fear grab me and dry out my mouth. The pressure of saying the right things is, overwhelming to put it at the least. When worry takes over and you can't be your normal, happy, care-free self anymore, it's the worst feeling imaginable. When you know you're going into something and you'll ahem to face your fear the panic attacks comer suing through your mind. Pretty much everyone dreads facing something that causes anxiety. That's why these next months would be the worst of my life, I just didn't know it yet.

I stood in shops, reaching pathetically for a can of beans on one of the shelves. Bella had sent me to get some supplies for her trip to Asia. Oh, and to add anxiety I have many phobias, isolophobia is one of them. "Midget!" a boy in his late teens shouted at me.

He approached me, I cautiously stepped back. "How old are you? 11?" he sneered and shoved me, making me trip over my bag I'd let ton the floor.

"Leave me alone," I scrambled up off the floor, I had to fight to keep myself from having a panic attack.

"You scared?"

"I said," I growled "leave me alone!"

"Wow, calm down squirt!" the boy laughed and beckoned to a few boys.

Before I knew it a whole gang of boys were huddled around me. I took a deep breath, they wouldn't do anything to here, would they? "What's your name?" the first boy asked.

"A-Angelina," I stumbled, my plan of not showing them I was scared was out of the window now.

"I've never heard of an Angelina, what do they call you?"

"Angel," I muttered, not in the mindset for more than one word sentences.

"Now you're the girl we're looking for," the boy said with a sense of satisfaction. "Boys!"

In next to no time at all I had hands on me with a tight grip. I flailed, trying to break free of their grasps. I did kick one boy in the process of trying to get away but it did end up making him more mad at me. He grabbed my hair and sneered "Redhead! Redhead! We have a leprechaun among us people!" After that my body froze and everything went black, blacker than coal.

I looked around, I had serious headache. My entire body ached and I felt so tempted to just bow my head and nod off in the chair I sat on. "Oh, you finally came around Angel," one of the boys spat, they were all still huddled around me.

We weren't in the store anymore, we were in a dark room, the only light was a faint light in the corner. "Where am I?" I looked about, it was the only thing I had the courage left to say.

"You don't need to know missy,"

"Oh aye I do!" the way he said it like I was just because I was girl filled me with a sudden surge of confidence and bravery.

"Wow, little Miss Angel has attitude!" he sniggered, gesturing for his gang to join in.

"You're all such conformists," I mumbled.

"Are we supposed to be offended?" one of the boys asked, genuinely confused.

I nodded. I was acing this whole new morale thing.

"Zac, shut up!"the leader scolded.

"I'm terribly sorry Gracie," he muttered.

"Wait... Your name is, Gracie?" I laughed, unable to keep it in.

"Zac, how many times have I told you to call me Kaiden!" he murmured. "No, I'm Kaiden."

I stood up, tired of sitting here not getting anywhere in our conversation. "Right, which one of you's is gonna tell me how to get out of here?" I demanded, looking about, hoping Zac would tell me.

"Well, the door is just over there but you'll need to get pa-"

"Zac, I don't know why we keep you around," 'Kaiden' grumbled, obviously fed up of Zac.

To be honest, if Zac wasn't associated with these people I may have actually liked him. I don't know though.

"Do you seriously think we'll just let you off the hook like that?" Kaiden laughed, trying to hide the fear and embarrassment in his voice, I could tell.

"Well you better or somebody's gonna be lying on the floor with a sore face," I punched my hand, telling them I meant business.

"You don't scare us Angel,"he looked at the gang around him. "Right guys."

The gang nodded and half of them growled at me pathetically.

"Ooh, I'm so scared!" I said with a sarcastic tone.

"You are going to help us with a project."