You Saved Me ( A Magcon Fanfiction)

Chapter 7

When we entered the dining hall, I saw that the boys were scattered amongst two tables. At the first table, sat Bart, Jack G, Jack J, Shawn, Taylor, and Aaron. The second table had Cameron, Matt, and Carter. We joined the second table. I sat between Nash and Matt.

"Hey guys." I said as cheerfully as I can, hoping to avoid any awkwardness. 'Hi' they mumbled not looking me in the eye. I looked at Nash who just shrugged in response. I was planning on just sitting and not eating, but Nash quickly caught on and dragged me to the breakfast buffet.

"Eat." He said. I opened my mouth to protest, but he quickly cut me off. "I'm serious. I haven't seen you eat since we got here, and we've been here for three days. Eat now, no excuses." I sighed and grabbed a plate. I filled it with some eggs and bacon, and a piece of toast.

"Happy?" I asked Nash.

"Extremely." He replied while smirking. I walked back over to the table and took was seat.

"Is that all you're eating?" Matt asked. I hadn't poured a lot of food, but I didn't think anyone would ask about it.

"Yeah, I never really eat breakfast, so I'm not that hungry."  That wasn't a complete lie. I don't normally eat breakfast, and I'm not hungry. I just wasn't telling the whole truth. Nash came and sat down at that moment.

He gestured for me to eat and I did. I took a small bite out of my eggs, forcing myself to swallow. Every bite was agonizing and I had to force myself to hold back the tears that wear forming in my eyes. After we were all done eating, I couldn't handle it anymore. I needed to let it out.

"Um Nash, I think I left my phone in the hotel room. I'll be right back." I said and exited the room as quickly as possible.

Once I reached the bathroom, I began crying. It was too much for me to handle. I only eat when we have family dinners about once a week, and it always ends like this. Me crying, wallowing in self pity. God, I hate myself so much. I thought Vine and YouTube would make me happier, but they don't. I look strong and confident and happy on camera, but no one ever sees what happens beyond the lense.

I know that I can just purge my breakfast and everything will be okay, but I promised myself I would never go that far. Not eating is one thing, but forcing yourself to throw up is terrible. I'm not saying either option is good, I just prefer not to eat. It saves the trouble. I started to think about my mom and how she died protecting me. I thought about my dad, who abused me and blamed me for my mother's death. I thought about Darren and all the things he did to me.

Everything was happening so fast. I felt like I was going to die, and I realized I was having a panic attack. I was shaking, I was dizzy, black spots were appearing in my vision, and I couldn't breathe.I slid against the bathroom wall, gasping for air. Luckily, this bathroom was empty, so there was no one here to view my breakdown. Next thing I know, Nash bursts through the door.

** NASH'S P.O.V **

Victoria was taking a long time, so I told the boys that I was going to get her. On the way to the elevator, I passed by the bathroom and I heard crying.

"Hey, are you okay in there." I asked. I didn't hear a response. "If you don't want me to come in, tell me now before I open the door." I still heard no response. I opened the door and saw Victoria leaning against the wall, hyperventilating. I was shocked. Victoria looked up at me, but she was still gasping for air. I didn't know what was going on and I was scared.

"Victoria!" I exclaimed. "What happened? What's going on. Are you having an asthma attack?" I noticed she was crying and she looked like she was going to pass out.

"Panic....attack." She managed to get out. Thank god. I'm not happy, I just know how to deal with these. Hayes used to get them and I learned how to stop them.

"Victoria." I said but she seemed lost in her own world. "Victoria, listen to me." I said loudly. She looked at me but she was struggling to catch her breath. "You need to breathe. Take deep breaths and focus on the sound of my voice. Get all the other thoughts out of your head. Okay, deep breaths. In...and out. In...and out." I said. It seemed to be working. She was getting her breathing under control.

Once she had gained full control of her breathing she wrapped her arms around me and cried into my shirt. Neither of us said anything. We didn't need to. I was glad she was feeling better. I wondered what would have happened if I didn't walk past this bathroom and find her here. Who knows what would have happened. Everything happens for a reason, right?

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A/N: This is update is long overdue, I'm sorry! You guys usually remind me to update, but this time you didn't and I forgot haha.