Chapter 4 - Dark Grey Eyes

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Madalyne's POV

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Madalyne's POV

Shit! I am having an episode again, in the middle of the lecture. Abruptly standing up and excusing myself from the professor, I storm out of the room. I have been having a lot these days, since my mom kicked me out. I rush into the female washroom and get in one of the stalls.

Feeling nauseous, my stomach empties as I throw up everything; one of the symptoms of panic attack. My face heats up as if the weather is scorching and sweat drips down my body. For fuck sake, why haven't I tied my hair back? I cannot even think straight right now. Tears well up in my eyes when I almost choke out.

Should I call someone? Is Ian busy? He must be busy since he has hockey practice. So what? He would come here to help me right? No, no, last time I called him during my episode, he hung up on me with those words 'Don't fucking call me in the middle of my practice'.

I cannot even call Sarah, Selena or Chloe because they must be in class. Freshman year has been a lot on us so far even though we are only two months into it. I, perhaps, look like a vampire this year due to all the study, trying for scholarship and moving in with dad. Everything is a mess.

The washroom door opens revealing the best people in my life; my best friends. "Madalyne, it's okay, we are here," Selena tucks my hair into a messy bun as Sarah soothes my back, trying to calm me down. I try to prevent myself from throwing up. It may look like I am pregnant but I am not; Ian makes sure I am not.

"Are you okay now? Here take some water," Wiping my mouth, I gulp down the water Chloe offered me. I take deep breaths and try to concentrate on something else like; Selena wearing a weird dress color combination, Sarah's high ponytail which is leaning towards her left side instead of the middle and Chloe's handbag which she is carrying as a backpack. And these are my best friends.

"I need some fresh air," We get out and stride outside in the windy weather. My legs give up and I sit down on the green grass. Why does this always happen to me in the middle of a class? I feel like I am carrying the whole world's burden on my shoulders. My panic attack is probably going to last for an hour or so but I can cover it as if I am totally fine like a normal person. Maybe I am not normal.

"We may not be able to help you but we can stay with you at your worst time," They assure me as we all lie down, looking at the sky. This friendship has brought us so far. Without them, I don't think I would ever even be here.

"Baby, what happened?" A familiar voice startles us. Ian walks out of nowhere. He suspiciously eyes the girls who just glare at him.

"I was havin-,"

"Come on, let's go," Before I could even say anything, he offers his hand which I have no other choice but to accept. He pulls me in his arms and kisses me.

"They are here with me, Ian, you don't have to worry," I tell him. The girls happily nod at him.

"It's no problem. They probably have classes right now, right?" Ian gives a tight smile. He is right; just because I am having an episode, they cannot give up their lectures.

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