TW: abuse, panic attack

"No!" I heard someone yell. I felt someone grab me. I looked up. I was in Grey's arms and he was running. I started breathing faster and faster, a million thoughts running through my mind. I was sobbing, and in full on breakdown mode. Grey rushed me into Barrett and Kerry's dressing room. Through my tears, I could see the room. It was very pretty. There was a couch with a humongous, soft, teddy bear. There was a big table, littered with random trinkets. The room was covered in fan art. There was a big costume rack, split into two parts, one Barrett's and one Kerry's. Kerry's side had many different styles. It was 1/3 pink, 1/3 professional, sensible clothes, and 1/3 tribal prints. Barrett's side had jackets. So. Many. Jackets. 

 Grey gently put me down on top of the bear. I tried to run but Barrett stopped me. "It's ok," she said, "you're okay." She turned around. "She's having a panic attack. Grey and Kerry, go get her some water, Kate and Ashley, see if you can find anything in her bag that will help. Like a stuffed animal of something. Erika and Taylor, stay here." Everyone went off to do what they were told. I shivered. I was cold and hot and the same time. I didn't know what to do. I could barely breathe. Everyone came back. I had a sip of water, and lay down on the bear. 

 "We found this," Kate said, handing my a stuffed rabbit. It was all I had left of my mother. She died in a car accident when I was four. I started to flashback. 

"Don't worry, honey," She told me as the car came towards us full speed, "We'll be okay." I got hurt, but she got the worst of it. I heard the doctors.

 "I'm sorry," one said, "she didn't make it." I remembered the sadness and pain. I remembered when I came home from the hospital. 

 "It's all your fault!" My dad screamed, "If it weren't for you she'd still be alive." He punched me in my newly healed arm. And the worst part? I believed him. Things got so much worse after that. I started getting bullied and my dad starting hurting me everyday. I remembered the pain. The sadness. The guilt. The anger. All these emotions flooded through me and I screamed. 

 ""Hey-hey. It's okay," Barrett said, "Here, lie down." I lay down on bear, hugging the rabbit to my chest, tears streaming down my face. "Just breath, ok? You're okay, everything's gonna be okay." She repeated over and over, stroking my hair. I started to feel myself relax a bit. My eyes got heavy, and eventually, I drifted off to sleep.

AN: I hope you enjoyed! I fixed it :) Any ideas for future chapters? Also, there will be a crossover with this book, and @Spaceheater1 's book "Could we go on for forever". (she's amazing go check her out!) Not next chapter, but in a bit. -TheatreGeek