Saving The Broken

Chapter 15

The girls kept talking and the guys were not far behind us, everyone seemed so confused as to who I was not so much about the other people around me. Everyone was tuned in on me, like stocking their pry. I was the pry. I released myself from Ashley and hugged myself putting my hood up and walking into the school. I walked faster then the group trying to get to my locker, then I heard the whispers.

"Who's that?"

"Where'd she come from? I don't remember her ever being mentioned as a new student"

"Why is she with them? She's too ugly"

"Her clothes are so plain"

"She looks like a freak"

I rubbed my face as I put in my locker combo and quickly switched out my books, like I said, this was going to be a long day. I leave my hood up as I make my way to my history class in hopes to escape the group and the stares, but I knew that wasn't going to happen. Making my way through the hall the whispers and stares only got worse and I became even more uncomfortable

Once I reach the history classroom the group says goodbye to me and I enter heading for my normal seat in the back of the class. I kept my hood up looking out the window as students started entering the class, I could feel their judgmental stares. Once the bell rang the teacher walked in and started taking role, we had a sub today I guess because this teacher was not the regular teacher we have

"Gracie Castoff?" She asked looking around and the class got quite

"Who's that?" I heard a student ask. Slowly I raised my hand and the teachers eyes snapped in my direction making the whole class do the same

"Your Gracie?" I only nod "Please take your hood off, there's a rule against students wearing hoods" she told me

"Is that Ghost girl?" Asked a student as I slowly slid off my hood

"She's sitting in ghost girls seat and wearing a hood" said a jock staring at me intensely

"But she's not wearing baggie clothes" I heard another chime in

The teacher yelled at them to quite talking as she started to get on with the lecture of the day. I guess I wasn't as invisible as I thought originally, I really thought the students here didn't see me. But they really couldn't pin me as ghost girl since they never seen her--well me. I mean I'm a student they've never seen before, and suddenly I'm in ghost girls seat. Maybe they will figure it out

I could feel people staring at me throughout the next few classes all the way to lunch where I ran out to the parking lot, not many kids were out here yet. I could feel my panic attack starting as I sat on the ground leaning on Ashley's car, I'd never been good with attention even when I was younger. My head was pounding as dizziness took over, I looked around gripping my hair. I could feel my hands trembling, I felt on the verge of tears. I pulled my knees up to my chest my hands still in my hair

"Grace? Gracie!" I heard my name being called, but it sounded so far away "Oh god Grace" I felt a hand on my knee and one on my other hand "breath Grace"

"I-I" I tried to speak

"Hey hey, it's ok. Count down from ten in your head, focus on me"

Tyler started to rub my knee and I kept an eye on him as I started counting down from ten like he had told me to do. 

'Ten. Nine. Eight.' 

I started to look away when he placed both his hands on my face keeping me looking at him. 

'Seven. Six. Five.' 

I could feel my breathing slow as I kept my eyes trained with him. 

'Four. Three. Two. One.'

I rested my hands on his wrists as he spook

"Tell me four things you can see" he whispered loosening his grip

"A-a car... d-dir-t..." I looked around more to find two more things "a s-sig-n..." I looked back at Tyler "an-d you"

"Good, Good" he pushed part of my light brown hair behind my ear "Tell me three things that you can feel" I let one of my hands fall to the ground not moving my eyes from his

"I-I can fe-e-el the dirt" I lifted my hand up to the car behind me "a c-car..." I paused "M-my J-jean-s" I say reaching towards feeling the sleeve of his sweatshirt

"Yes. Now tell me two things you can hear"

"T-the s-sounds of c-cars and you-r vo-ice" I watched him smile slightly rubbing a tear from my cheek

"Now one thing you can smell" he whispered leaning closer

"I s-smel-l you-r colo-gne" at this point my breathing was back to normal and I was feeling much better "Thank you" I whispered

"How often does this happen Grace?" There he goes again with calling me Grace

"I-" I was cut off by other voices coming our way

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I love when the numbers equal like that😁

I feel for this girl on a level. I have really bad anxiety attacks sometimes when things get to much. Each attack is different for everyone, but like eh🤷‍♀️

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1- What was your thoughts on the slightly improved chapter?

2- How did Tyler know how to handle a panic attack?

3- Who cut them off from getting closer?

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Republished date- June 18, 2021

Love,
~ TheDevil