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Panic Attack - Matt

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REQUESTED by @hornswaggled

Desc: Matt has a panic attack at school and nic comforts him

TW: Panic attack

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Matt's pov:

Today was the first day back at school. I was dreading it. Over the summer my anxiety had gotten worse, and I couldn't imagine how bad it would be during school. I haven't told anyone because I don't want to worry them, so I'm hoping I'll be fine during school. I wasn't in a class with either of my brothers so I wouldn't see them until lunch, how great. I took a deep breath and entered class. I was 10 minutes late because I had missed my bus, and I was dreading walking in.

As soon as I entered, everyone turned and stared at me. My breathing quickened, but I quickly sat down and tried to calm it. "Okay everyone, during the roll call today I want you to say one fun thing you did during your summer break." I panicked. I hated talking in front of the class, it was always so embarrassing. Did I do anything fun during the summer? What if I say something and people judge me for it? What do I say? "Matthew Sturniolo," The teacher called. My heart sunk. "U-Uhm I hung out with my brothers," I choked out before I heard giggling. "He hangs out with his brothers, he probably doesn't even have any friends hahaha" A girl in class giggled. I sunk in my seat. I felt tears threatening to leak from my eyes. My breathing was becoming rapid, and I couldn't focus on anything the teacher was saying. Everything was becoming too overwhelming, so I got up and left.

As soon as I shut the classroom door, I sprinted to the restroom and ran into a stall. My back hit the wall and slid down it until I was sitting with my knees to my chest. Shit, I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I struggled to suck in breaths, as my hands shook. My heart was racing and everything was blurry. I felt tears pouring down my face, wetting my cheeks and my shirt.

*bell goes*

Is it lunch already? How long have I been in here for? Oh god, so many people are gonna come into the bathroom, I have to leave. Where am I gonna go? I didn't have time to think as I heard students pour out of their classrooms. Noise echoed the halls, and I opened the stall door and wiped my tears away. My legs shook and I felt unbalanced, but I just needed to find somewhere quiet to sit. I walked out with my head down, trying to hide the fact that I had been crying and I walked as fast as I could until I reached the back of the school. I sat against a brick wall and I could feel the tears start again. Why am I crying so much? I'm such a baby, those girls were right. I don't even have friends. I was so lost in thought that I couldn't feel my breathing quicken again.

Nic's pov:

I was excited to see Matt and Chris. I didn't have either of them in my class. I was so sick of class, I couldn't wait to tell them how much it sucked. I saw Chris sitting at a table and I sat across from him. "Where's Matt?" I ask. "I don't know, haven't seen him." Chris said. That's weird. I thought. His class is closest to the cafeteria, he should have been here by now. "I'll go look for him," I said, standing up. "Be right back." "Okay," Chris said as I left. Part of me was worrying, was he having an anxiety attack or something? But the other part of me knew I was being paranoid and he was probably just taking forever at his locker. I walked over to his locker, but he wasn't there. I saw as I walked past that he wasn't in his classroom either, and I started getting worried. I opened the restroom door and asked, "Matt, are you in here?" No response. "Matt?"

There was only one other spot I could think of where he could be. When he had really bad anxiety attacks he would always go to this quiet, isolated spot behind the school that no one knew about. I walked over and saw Matt with his knees to his chest, breathing heavily. "Hey Matty, it's ok. It's Nic, I'm here. You're ok. Just breathe with me okay? I'm for 4, hold for 4 and out. Okay? Can you do that for me?" Matt looked up at me and I saw his red, puffy eyes, and tears that stained his cheeks, fresh ones running down on top of them. His breathing slowly became normal again. "What happened Matt, what's wrong sweetheart?" I asked.

Matt's pov:

"What's wrong sweetheart?" Nic asked me. I didn't want to tell him. He would think it was dumb and that I was just a baby, but the words just came out of my mouth. "I-I said that over summer I h-hung out with you a-and Chris and these girls were laughing and making fun of me!" I loudly sobbed into Nic's chest, his arms hugging me and rubbing my back slowly. "Honey, they're just jealous that they didn't have anyone to hang out with, plus you're WAY cooler than those bitches." I laughed, and thanked Nic for helping me. We walked back to the table and ate lunch with Chris and talked about our classes and random things for the rest of lunch.

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