A/N: Hi guys! I'm so sorry for not updating in so long. I started high school and it's been really busy. Anywho, I plan on updating soon. Funny how the first drabble I write after a long hiatus is angst huh? Anyways, onto the fic!
Prompt: "Little things. you let little things get to you."
Anika sucked a shaky breath in, tucking her hands into her pockets as she walked past Amelia and the other popular girls. They laughed and shared dirty looks as she passed them, and Anika shuddered but kept on walking.
Mumbling under her breath, she tried to keep herself calm as she walked away from the school and towards her house. "Calm down Anika. They aren't talking about you. Stop freaking out."
Anika could feel her heart rate picking up, just like it always did before she had one of her moments. Erik called them panic attacks. He had said that it was possible she'd been having them for a long time, but they'd only noticed them now.
Walking down the street, she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, before fiddling with the necklace Kate had gotten her for her 8th birthday. The necklace, was a small gold circle with her initials embossed into it. Anika felt the cool gold with her index finger before releasing it. It was a nervous tick according to her parents, the way she fiddled with her necklace. To be honest, Anika hadn't even noticed that before.
Turning the corner, she continued walking up the street, the cool February air pushing her hair back. It was around 14 degrees Celsius, surprisingly warm for Amsterdam in the winter. Anika wasn't as cold as she thought she'd be, especially considering how light and thin her jacket was. 'Though,' she thought, 'it could also be the shock from the panic attack.' Erik had said before that Anika often went into shock during a panic attack.
Shaking her head, she tried to clear her head.
"Little things Anika." She mumbled, the house in her sight as she began to speed walk. "You let little things get to you."
Shoving one hand in her back pocket, she grabbed her set of keys out, before lightly jogging towards the staircase. She climbed up the stairs, her keys ready to unlock the door. Sighing with a sense of relief she hadn't felt before or been expecting, she stuck the key into the keyhole and unlocked the door quickly.
Shuffling into the doorway, she gently slipped her boots off, placing them next to Tess's combat boots before sliding down to the floor, and letting out tears she hadn't realized she'd been holding in.