Just A Crush? No, It's Love.

Panic Attacks. 1

CAMERON'S POV-
'Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!' My head is screaming. I do, in fact, wake up. I quickly sit up, causing me to hit my head on the upper bunk of the bunk bed I sleep on making me groan. "Fuck.." I say as I lay back down. My heart is racing and it feels like my head is going to explode and splatter the walls with my brains if I don't find some space. The walls around me seem to be closing in and I'm having trouble breathing. I slowly get up out of bed and pull on some pants and shoes, but it's sort of difficult because I'm shaking so much. I find a shirt and put it on. I notice that Austin, who was sleeping on the top bunk, is now sitting up and rubbing his eyes. "Cameron?" He mutters as he blinks rapidly. I don't say anything I just leave the room and pass through the living room to get to the front door of the house I share with my bandmates. Only On my way I walk past Ervin, who is sleeping on the couch and my heart decides it wants to skip a beat and make me stumble and almost fall because Ervin is so distracting to me. I regain my balance and open the front door and walk out and then close it possibly a little too hard. It makes a loud noise, which seems even louder because everything is so quiet. I cringe at the sound. I didn't want to wake everyone up. I just want to be by myself. I place a hand on my chest and try to take in deep breaths as I began to walk down the street. My heart is pounding and I'm still shaky. Dumb panic attacks. I don't know why I keep getting them, all I know is that I hate it. It's still kind of dark outside because it's so early. I never wake up this early. I pull out my phone and press the home button so my lock screen shows. I look at the time: 4:23 am. I lock my phone again and put it back in my pocket and continue walking.