Mal has a panic attack and Evie helps her through it.
This is just a one shot about Mal dealing with some stuff. Please r&r, this is my first one shot. Btw I don't own descendants, surprise, surprise.
Mal's POV
I can't believe this is happening. Of all the times in all the places. It has happened a couple times since we moved from the Isle but never this bad and never with someone just doing there makeup in the bathroom, unaware of what she is about to walk into.
Flashback
I'm watching as my mother is washroom the blood off her hands in the kitchen sink. It comes out in pink rivers mixed with the brown water we drink. I'm just sitting in the corner where she left me after she was done. I had always been a punching bag but never before had she drawn so much blood. Even at seven years old I had seen my fair share of blood living on the Isle but never before had I seen so much of mine. Of course I had scrapes and scratches from life but most people on the island would never ever imagine touching Maleficent's kid, except Maleficent herself.
I'm dizzy with pain as she carefully wipes off the small dagger she used to "punish" me. She walks out of my room locking the door, but not before she tells me to "do better next time".
Confused I sit there in agony as I try and recall what I did wrong as I drift of in to a restless sleep.
End Flashback
As I am pressed up against the wall I can feel my scar reopening as if it is happening again when Evie walks in.
"So Mal, I was thinking we could sneak out tonight..." she says before becoming confused and scared at the sight of me.
"Mal! Oh my god, what is happening are you ok?" She yells as I slide down the wall trying to catch my breath, "Of corse your not ok, are you hurt?" She asks. I shake my head no, I know this is not happening right now but I still can't breath.
Evie's POV
Mal is on the floor freaking out and I have no idea what to do. The only time Mal has been anything but calm and collected is when she gets made at someone who has tried to hurt Jay, Carlos or I. I have no idea what to say till it hits me. In my intro to psychology class we studied panic attacks and how to help.
"Mal, breath with me, you are ok, you are with me at school. You can breath, in, out, in, out. There you go, you are ok. I exadurate my breaths so it is easy for Mal to follow. She is shaking but I see her starting to gain more control. We sit in silence as Mal Continues to just take one breath at a time.
