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warning; kinda like a panic attack sort of?¿

Elton sat on the bed, twiddling his fingers.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." He whispered.
His hands shook and his head spun.

He didn't know what to do, but the feeling kept getting worse.
His hands shook, a tear rolling down his cheek.
He held his head in his hands (damn, almost every letter starts with H)

"What have I done, what have I done, what have I done?!" He whispered.
He shook, crying.
Tears flooded down his cheek, his heart beat was faster than its ever been in his life.

Corey had left, going to talk to Sam and Colby.
He left Elton, alone with his thoughts, in the hotel room.

Elton removed his hands from his face, putting them on his knee's as he sighed.
His breath was shaky and shallow, chest rising and falling quickly.
He gulped, more tears flooding down his cheeks.
His teeth chattered, lips trembled, sobs were broken.

He felt so much pain in his chest and heart.
He just wanted it to end.

Elton choked out a sob, the fight playing through his mind over and over again.
The sound of Corey angry at him, the sounds of him yelling at Corey.
Regret and heartbreak pierced his chest, remember Corey thought they were just a mistake.
Remembering Corey wished they were never friends again.

Then, everything went black as he slid off the bed and hit the floor with a thud.

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