Save Me. {A Joe Sugg FanFiction}

seventeen

Emma's POV
"Woah...Emma what was that?" Caspar said.
"I- I..." I couldn't say anything. I was scared, angry and annoyed all at once. I couldn't take it anymore. Eric had gone too far. Next thing I knew I was crying into Caspar's shoulder.
"Hey.. It's ok..' he soothed. 'It's ok. He's gone now."
"I- I can't..." was all I remembered saying. Then everything went black.

Caspars POV
One minute she was in my arms, next minute she was on the floor, unconscious. I had no idea what to do.
I looked over at Joe who was still lying in the floor. I placed Emma gently on the ground and ran back to the flat.
I grinned to myself. Grabbed Joe's vlogging camera and started filming.
I got a bucket of water and turned to the camera, putting a finger to my lips.
I crept out and crouched next to Joe, tickling his neck.
'Joeeyyy.' I tease. Winking at the camera. He doesn't at stir so I set the camera down and tip the bucket of water over Joe's head.
He immediately comes two and sits up spluttering and gasping for breath.
'You absolute dick!' He laughs. But his face goes solemn again when he sees Emma lying on the ground a few feet away.
I turn off the camera.
'After you got knocked out she was left alone with.. With that guy and I came out and he went and then Emma passed out.' I explain sadly.
Joe's eyes darken.
'I'll kill him. I swear to god..' He says.
I sigh and look at Joe.
'Well it's not hospital worthy so let's just put her on the couch..' I say. Walking towards her and lifting her up. She weighs the same as a feather and I carry her easily to the sofa...

Emma's POV

I'm surrounded by pitch black. I feel around but there's nothing there. I hear voices. I hear my name.
'Hello?' I call out. Feeling around in the dark some more. There's no answer.
I crumble to the floor, sobbing.
Images flash through the blackness as if they're on a panoramic screen.
Eric.
Joe.
Caspar.
I scream. Clutching the ground and breathing heavily.
And that's when I knew. When I knew, just when it was getting better, that my panic attacks were coming back.
I lay there silently sobbing, my body shaking. I close my eyes but I feel to dizzy. I gasp for breath. I can't breath. I can't breath. I claw at the blackness as if there will be something there for me to hold onto but - as I expected - there's nothing.
My head reels and I stagger forward.
I'm dying.
I close my eyes, welcoming the oncoming feeling of death.
So this is what it feels like to die.
I'm about to curl up in a ball when I feel a hot breath tickling my ear.
'Emma? Emma. I know you're awake. C'mon.' His voice sounds familiar...
Just as I realise who it is the blackness gets lighter until I feel whole again and I can feel the sofa beneath me.
I'm back...
I survived...
I open my eyes and see two blue ones staring back. I gasp and cling to Joe.
'It was so horrible.' I sob into his shoulder.
I can't do this. I don't want to tell them but I know I have to. I really really don't want to.
But it's the right thing to do..