Sweating The Small Stuff

But I'm Not Crazy I'm Just A Little Unwell

My dad suddenly burst into the room running to my bed, gripping my shoulders, eyes tearing up, "Don't ever do that to me again, I already lost your mom I can't lose you too."

To say I was shocked would have been an understatement, he never cried. He didn't cry when he had to bury his dad and stepfather on the same day. He didn't cry when he broke the news to me that my mom wasn't coming home, he had a broken look in his eyes but not a single tear fell. But now, here he was, crying into my hair. I lifted up my hand that didn't have an IV in it and patted him on the back.

"Dad, I'm sorry. It was just the anxiety. I had a panic attack and it wasn't going away. I didn't want to hurt you. I'm sorry."

He sniffled once more and pulled away, wiping the left over tears from his face, "Just don't ever do that to me again, and I'll think about forgiving you."

I smiled weakly at his joke, "I won't, I promise."

"So," Doctor Wills softly interrupted, "About your situation, Jordan. Your dad and I discussed how to help you and we believe it's best if you stay in our mental recuperation program until we deem you healthy once again."

"Hold the phone. So what you're telling me is because of one mistake I made I'm going to a freaking Psycho Ward?!"

"Now, now. It's not a Psycho Ward, merely a place where you can overcome your anxiety surrounded by youth around your age. You would be able to leave once you showed you have made progress."

"No! Dad, you can't be serious about making me go! I'm fine, please."

My begging fell on deaf ears, "So Doctor Wills," my dad spoke slowly, eyeing me to get my attention, "As we discussed earlier, Jordan will be able to have visitors on the scheduled days and she would have daily therapy sessions and a weekly group meeting, correct?"

"Correct, Mr. Keller. And since you are a minor, Jordan, I'm sorry to say you have no say in whether you go or not."

My stared back and forth from my dad to the doctor, processing what they were forcing me into, "B-but I'm f-fine!"

"Darling," Doctor Wills said, "I'd hate to say it but you are most certainly not fine. For you to want to kill yourself from anxiety like that, definitely means you are most certainly not ok."

I may be stubborn, but I recognized defeat when it came to me, "Well, s-since I don't really have a choice, I guess I'll go."

"Good, your father and I are going to go discuss the finer details down the hall. Do you want me to send in the two teens outside the door in?"

I shrugged feebly, "Yeah but when you come in and find my dead body don't put them in jail."

He chuckled as he stood by the door, "Whatever you wish. Come along, Mr. Keller."

My dad nodded and pulled my close one more time, "Please try and cooperate, alright? I just want my princess to get better."

"You remember that?" I chuckle.

"How could I not remember one of your most despised nicknames? That's right up there with Jordo."

"Dad, shut up and go talk to the nice man about my sanity."

"I'll tell them to be gentle, with you just having your stomach pumped and all."

"Thanks, dad."

Approximately two seconds after the doctor exited with my father a frantic 5'5'' brunette rushed in with our trusty sidekick Ashton following shortly after her. When they got in clear view of my bed everyone jumped into a flurry of motion. I shrunk back as Cheyenne tried to jump at me only to be held back by Ashton.

"YOU STUPID FUCKING IDIOT!"

"Cheyenne," Ashton started.

"DON'T 'CHEYENNE' ME, YOU PRICK. THIS MORON TRIED TO KILL HERSELF AND YOU'RE GONNA LECTURE ME? I DON'T THINK SO!"

"Chey," I whispered, "I'm sorry, I didn't think-"

"That's right! You didn't think! Do you think about I worried I'd be?! Did you think about how much that letter hurt me and Ash?! No?! I can't fucking lose you. We can't lose you. Dani, why didn't you think?"

"Now you know I didn't mean it that way! And of course I thought! I thought too fucking much and that's why I wanted to fucking die!"

That shut Cheyenne up and caused her and Ashton to stare at me.

"Stop looking at me like that," I hissed.

"Dani, you never curse at Chey like that," Ashton whispered.

"Well, I'm sorry I such a fuck up! I hate hurting you guys and I didn't want to but I've never had a attack like that one, I just couldn't live anymore."

Ashton let go of Cheyenne at this and they both came rushing towards me and engulfed me in a huge hug, "Promise us one thing." Ashton mumbled.

"Of course, Ash, you guys are like family."

"Get better quick so we can have an awesome summer."

"Yeah Ash, I'll try."

"No," Cheyenne butted in, "Say 'Promise' or I won't believe you."

"I promise, Chey."

A knock came at the door and Doctor Wills popped his head in, "Jordan, your dad is signing some papers but after that this impromptu visiting session is going to have to end. You'll can say goodbye and then they can come back to see you off tomorrow, or later today I should say, before you transfer."

I glanced at my two best friends quickly to find Ashton staring at me, "We were there with your dad when he explained."

I nodded and smiled slightly at them, "Well, I'm beat. I bet you guys are too. See you tomorrow?"

"Of course," was Ashton's reply.

"Wouldn't miss it," came Cheyenne's voice.

As they left, my dad came in one more to time to hug be and assure me he'd be there tomorrow. Soon Nurse Oliv- Marissa, came in to tell him it was time for him to leave because I would need my rest for tomorrow, so he shuffled out after planting a quick kiss on my forehead. After she put a quick injection into my IV, Marissa left and turned my light out leaving me to slowly lose consciousness.

If I don't get better for myself, then at least let me get better for them.

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Author's Note: Hello! Thanks for reading this far and considering that you did it would help me if you told me what you think about it! It is a tad different (tad my ass) from my other story. I'll probably keep up with this one more considering I'm putting some of my real friend's personalities in this and it just really interest me right now. ANYWHO, if you are experiencing anything in your life that you might need help with, I'm here to talk, so don't be afraid to message me!

PS. If you can guess what song the chapter title is from you'll get a prize! (Which may or may not be imaginary).

Happy reading!

~Lucksworstnightmare