Hey guys I'm back sorry, for posting late I had to deal with some stuff. But I'm back! I do not own anything. And I do realize I made a lot of mistakes, but I'm new at writing stores so it isnt perfect. Oh and I was listening to Coldplay while writing this story, so I mentioned them.

Ally opened her eyes. The sunlight bathed her skin as she lay on her side. She tried closing her eyes. What had happened yesterday was something she didn't want to deal with today. Ally lifted her head from the pillow, her curly hair tumbling down her back like a waterfall. She didn't want to get out of bed, it was like she was a magnet and was automatically pulled back in bed. She knew this wasn't healthy, but it wasn't as if she chose to be depressed and it also didn't mean she didn't have a reason to get up. Mrs. Needon recommended some methods in which she could get out of bed more easily. The first one would simply be to just break things down in tiny steps, so she did exactly that.

She slowly and very carefully lifted her feet out of her bed and towards the shower. She breathed a sigh of relief from her plump lips. Even though her knees were wobbling as ever before, this was an important step to her healing process. She lifted her foot yet once again and took forward 3 more slow steps in the direction of the bathroom. Ally stopped as soon as she felt the cold bathroom floor beneath her foot. Ally closed her eyes; she turned to the right to be faced right in front of the mirror. She opened her eyes, just for her to see her own reflection, which she immediately regretted it. She unblinkingly stared at herself; she had dark circles under her drooping bloodshot eyes and her ruffled hair put in a pony tail had various knots. She had to use all of the strength in her body in order to divert her eyes from the mirror, which she did.

She stripped herself naked and stepped into the shower. She reached toward the handle and twisted it in order to get water. The response was immediate, the metallic head that hung loosely above her spread water unto her body, the sudden shock making her tense her muscles. The water slowly warmed Ally, soothing the ache that clawed at her limbs. Oh, how she had wished she didn't live with this dreadful mental illness. It was hard enough when her mom had it, but now her. It didn't seem fair.
A tear tickled her cheek and mixed with the clean water as she poured gentle soap into her hands. Her fingers met her long ombre hair, dancing into the mess it was, ridding it of the knots time had given. She didn't want to get out, she never safe out there. But she knew she had another appointment with Mrs. Needon at 2:30. So she turned her shower off and got out, getting ready to get dressed. She picked silk blue blouse and a denim skirt and blue vans to wrap up her look.

Ally scrambled to the door and slowly turned the knob in order to get out. She sighed and got out of her small apartment residential. She strutted through the streets of New York hearing the birds chirping in a melodic way. She whirled her head to the right and saw a group of 14-15 year old talking to one another and the feeling of jealousy was slowly growing into Ally's skin. She could admit the fact that she was envious of their naturally good small talk and how comfortable they were with it too. Since depression swept her off her feet and into his arms, she never developed social skills. Heck she didn't want to get out of her bed less communicate. Then and there Ally's brain suddenly realized how many people there were, and before she knew it her body was going out of control and she was having an anxiety attack.

Ally felt her heart rate increasing as if she was going to have a heart attack, her legs began to uncontrollably shake and she couldn't stand up, with a loud thump she fell on the cold floor. She couldn't speak and she certainly couldn't breathe. All Ally felt is an intense amount of pain all over, like something was just squeezing her into this little ball. The wall felt as if they were closing on her and her vision began to get spotty. She began to frantically Hyperventilate. Pedestrians began to notice and formed a circle around her not knowing what to do. A man pushed through the group of people with the intention of getting to Ally.

She felt a pair of strong of hands wrap around her waist, trying his best to get her to calm her down. She didn't know who it was all, she saw was a mop of blond hair, but she obviously couldn't react considering the position she was in now. Either way she couldn't be kidnapped; there were too many people to witness it.

"shhhh, take a deep breath" the voice of the stranger said.

So Ally did, she inhaled and then exhaled trying to calm down. This year is when the anxiety attacks started to happen; they made her feel hopeless and out of control of her body. The only difference from this one was that Larry wasn't there to comfort his daughter like he always was. Instead it was a stranger from the street, and if she may say he was doing a great job calming her down. The voice spoke again,

"Inhale and exhale, remember don't try to fight it. It only makes it worse".

After a few minutes the pedestrians all left after realizing Ally was going to be ok. Ally felt the person's presence in front of her so she looked up, and was surprised to see it was the same guy she saw from the therapist building. She remembered his eyes, they had the power to captive her with attention and she felt herself gazing at them longer than she probably should of have. Today he was wearing a tan jacket. Brown pants, black shoes and a black beanie that was resting on his lap.

"Are you okay? A group of people were around you, so I looked closer, and saw you freaking out but then noticed you were having an anxiety attack, so I pulled my car over and ran as fast as I could to help you. I know a few things about anxiety attacks myself" The voice said scratching his neck. Ally responded with a nod. The voice once again spoke,

"You look familiar, have we met before?" the voice said. Before Ally could even respond he spoke.

"Oh you're the girl from the therapist building, I saw you talking to Donna. I'm Austin, I have appointments everyday with Mrs. Needon. You don't have to speak; I know it's hard to get words out after an anxiety attack". Austin said while flashing a small smile at her.

Ally again nodded. Ally couldn't manage to speak, so she quietly mumbled,

"Thank you".

Austin responded with a quick nod. Ally slowly picked herself from the ground, dusting of any dirt that there was in her skirt. Ally closed her eyes tightly, I'm going to be ok she thought to herself. She then opened her eyes and sighed,

"I can't thank you enough for helping me out here, but I should probably get to my appointment with Mrs. Needon". Ally said with her shaky voice. She was definitely fine now, but she feared she might have another one and she didn't want to be alone when that happened. Ally knew she was going to regret this, but she didn't have a choice. Just seeing all the people in New York made her want to puke.

"Can I get a ride to Mrs. Needons office?" Ally silently whispered, but spoke loud enough for Austin to hear. Austin immediately replied,

"Yes! Of course, I was just about to offer you a ride but I guess you beat me to it". Austin said with a grin. Ally didn't even know this guy and she was already asking for a ride, but to be fair she technically knew him from the therapy hallway. Ally hesitated at first questioning her actions, but the hesitation left her and dread took over remembering she might have another anxiety attack. Austin snapped her out of his thoughts when he said,

"My car is across the street, we should get going. Don't want to be late for your appointment."

Ally obediently nodded. Austin and Ally walked towards the car across the street. When they reached their destination, Ally found herself staring at the car. From bumper to bumper, the car was a beauty. She admired each and every one of its stunning details, the headlights shone just as bright as the blazing sun up above, which was beaming off the hood and into the supple, leather interior. Then, she looked down, she could see her reflection in the shiny, metallic rims; each surrounded by rugged, gravel-encrusted tires. She continued to look at her reflection, and yet again she regretted it. How is it possible for someone to be this ugly? She thought to herself before opening the car and getting in, making herself comfortable in the leather seats.

She turned her head to the right and saw Austin starting the engine, and then they went off to their appointments. Austin reached towards the radio and flickered through the radio station until he settled on one. "come back to meet you ,tell you I'm sorry" Coldplay blasted through the speakers of Austin's car, then Austin very softly began to sing "you don't know how lovely you are" his voice sounded raw and pure. He stopped and quickly sneaked a glance at her.

"Do you want me to change the station? Because I could if you want to" Austin said.

Ally shook her head not making eye contact with him,

"This is fine"

Austin veered his head towards the road, driving carefully. Austin spoke again wanting to know her better,

"So how long have you been to going to therapy?" Austin mentally slapped himself, how could he ask her something so personal. Yet Austin didn't completely regretted it, he wanted to get to know her better.

Ally was completely taken back, she didn't mind but no stranger has ever asked her personal questions. Ally responded,

"I only started going yesterday, it was ok, my doctor appointed me to her." Ally decided to shut her mouth for the rest of the car ride, she said too much. Austin didn't wasn't bothered by it. He cleared his throat and said,

"Mrs. Needon is the best, you're in good hands". Ally nodded, she didn't want to continue the conversation. Staring ahead, Ally saw a family of three, the husband, wife and what seemed to be their 7 year old daughter. They were laughing at something the husband had said and the little girl smiled so wide it felt as if it was going to break, but it didn't. Ally couldn't remember the last time she was that happy.

As soon as she felt the car stopped, she quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and got out but not before mumbling a quick thank you. After all he did help her with the anxiety attack AND gave her a ride; it was the least she could say. She rushed to the office and saw Donna, Ally went up to her and said,

"Im here for my appointment with-"she was cut off. Donna spoke,

"Mrs. Needon 2:30, you can go in now" Donna gave her a bright, genuine smile.

Ally shook her head up and down and walked into the office. When she entered Mrs. Needon had her back to her and was talking on the phone with what seemed like her daughter or relative. I love you too hunny, have fun but not too much fun Ally heard Mrs. Needon say on the phone. Mrs. Needon turned around and when she saw Ally she gave her a huge wide smile showing all her perfect white teeth. Mrs. Neeedon ended her call and turned her attention to Ally.

"Ally it's great to see you again, I didn't know if you were going to show up. It was getting late so I just assumed". She said, still smiling. Ally responded,

"I had a um, complication while walking on the way here". Ally said shifting uncomfortably.

"What kind of complication?" said Mrs. Needon, raising her thinly plucked eyebrows. Ally didn't want to talk about it but she knew she had to.

"I had an anxiety attack on the way here, but I'm ok now. One of your patients, Austin, was kind enough to help me" Ally said. Mrs. Needon's smile was wiped off her face and a frown replaced it. Ally didn't know if it was the mention of the anxiety attack or Austin.

"Well what an awful thing to happen to you, it occasionally occurs to people with depression, or people in general. Good thing Austin was there, he himself has had many anxiety/panic attacks in the past, so he knows how to control them". She said. Ally was now curious, what had she mean "had" does that mean he doesn't have depression anymore? Or that he doesn't get them anymore? She put those thoughts to the side for now. Mrs. Needon spoke again,

"I'm curious, where did anxiety come from? "

Ally slumped in her chair, ran her fingers through her hair and slowly said,

"Anxiety is like the cousin visiting out of town that depression felt obligated to bring to the party", Ally sighed but continued, "but I am the party"