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TW: MENTIONS OF PTSD AND ANXIETY
I stared at my hands for what seemed like forever before my mom showed up she could tell instantly something was wrong, I just climbed into her car quietly and rested my head against the window. I could feel my mother's eyes on me occasionally she pulled over a few minutes into our way home and just unbuckled herself and scooted her way over to me, I felt her wrap her arms around me and basically pull me into her chest she stroked my hair ever so gently as she just held me. She knew I had been having a hard time with my mental health after Marcus almost killed me, and she was amazing about it she let me come to her when I was ready to let all my emotions out. I inhaled her scent she smelled like fresh rain and lavender it brought me comfort "I'm broken, aren't I?" I finally asked my face buried in my mother's shirt I heard my mother sigh softly as she stroked my head "No, my love you aren't broken." She whispers softly rubbing her hand on my head ever so gently, eventually after what felt like hours we drove home I stared out the window quietly watching the clouds roll by I felt broken my mind was shattered. I watched as my mother pulled into the parking lot of our apartment complex I slowly climbed out of the car and my legs wobbled slightly almost unsteady on my own feet like I had no control over my body. My mother and I walked inside and she flipped the light on I looked around the room for a moment closing my eyes for a second inhaling for a moment the sweet scent of home, my mother walked over to me and took my hands tightly "I love you so much my sweet girl, and I promise we'll get through this together." She said softly squeezing my hands gently. I nodded gently sucking in a breath squeezing my mother's hands back and tried to force a smile but I just couldn't I stared down at the floor my legs were still shaking, eventually I let go of my mother's hands and ventured into my room I remembered my mom talking about going to see a therapist to get all my feelings out to hopefully help with my anxiety and PTSD. I inhaled again and just stared at myself in the mirror picking out the wounds on my abdomen from when the hospital performed life saving surgery on me, I cocked my head to the side as I let my fingers slide over the stitches gently almost mesmerized by the pattern. I eventually turned away from my mirror and climbed into my bed I was so mentally exhausted that I just felt like sleeping for days on end, but I knew sleep wasn't enough to fix my mental health I curled up slightly and wrapped my hands into the long sleeves of my over sized sweater my fingers tangled with the soft fabric bringing me a sense of comfort. My mother eventually brought in a small plate of dinner for me I was turned facing my wally mind once again racing I could smell the soup and it warmed me from the inside almost instantly, I pulled myself up so my back was resting against my pillows and I gave my mom a soft genuine smile "Thank you mama." I say tiredly and my mother just smiles and plants a kiss on the crown of my head before leaving closing the door behind her. I eat my soup quietly letting it warm my cold body I curled my toes slightly hearing them crack satisfyingly before straightening them back out, I glanced at my bed side clock for s moment it was almost ten-o-clock already I sigh and set my empty bowl down gor a moment before wiping my hands off from the sweat that formed on them from the hot bowl. I quietly tip toed into the kitchen washing my bowl out I had no idea if my mother was asleep or not but if she was I didn't want to wake her up, I glanced towards her bedroom door and noticed it was closed with the lights off Evelyn had gotten home about an hour ago she was no doubt asleep I made my way back to my own room climbing into my warm bed and drifting off to sleep myself.