Chapter 4

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Bold: text/phone call/tv
Italics and Bold: FRIDAY
Italics: peter's thoughts
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What is happening? Everything was too loud. The reporters banding on the walls, police sirens, and now a loud ringing sound in Peters ears.

This wasn't Peters first panic attack so he could tell that he was in the mist of one. The thing is that he's never been able to calm himself down. His parents have always cuddled and comforted him until he was okay.

Which means that the teens panic was only getting worse. Peter could feel his breath labor and it made the sick teen light headed. Setting the cat onto his bed peter coughed uncontrollably. Falling to his knees.

The stray cat watched as Peter fumbled with the oxygen tank by his bed. Trying to stop his shaking and also put the oxygen mask up to his face.

Peter tugged and pulled at his messy hair. Tears now streaming down his face. The boy slowly fading into unconscious.

This is where Peter's parents found him after they had taken care the of press and talked to the police officers. The stray cat pawing at the teen in a confused fashion.

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"Hey kiddo how you feeling?" Dad?
"I'mm I d-don't know... My c-chest h-urts. I though I-I saw p-people in the b-backyard," Peter struggled to cough out.

Tony pet his sons hair. "There was buddy but your father and I took care of it."

"It was r-really scary"

"I know"

The man held his son in his arms allowing him to cry out his feelings. Even moving to make room for the stray cat to squeeze itself between the father and son.

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