Tree Bros One Shots ( DEH)

End of May or Early June

The day was bright. Birds were singing and there was a soft golden hue across the entire school building that could really make someone's day. I loved it when the day was so fresh and clear and just the right temperature that made me feel warm and not like I was about to jump into a  volcano. I took a big breath of air trying to calm myself down feeling my breath slowly start to quicken and my stomach began to move around weirdly...like there were vomiting butterflies. I left class, right in the middle to run out of the school. I had felt like I couldn't breath in there, people were probably wondering what happened to me. One second the teacher was calling on me to answer a question and...everything went blank. I wasn't one to stand up in front of the class to share. In fact hiding had been my go to method to not having panic attacks during school. I just, I couldn't breath. I needed someone there, I needed someone here to make me feel less lonely. I huddled up behind a corner on the outside of the school, the school memorial statue getting in people's way from seeing my pathetic crying face as I started slipping into an attack I had so many times before. Anxiety. I started frantically searching through my bag as it started to become out of my control, to the point of where I couldn't handle doing the one thing all humans needed to do. I felt my lips start to tingle from hyperventilation and my body not feeling as though it had the strength to search through my bag for my medication. The moment I found the orange prescription bottle I had realized something horrible. I took my last one this morning, my mother was going to bring me more when she came home from classes. I closed my eyes and folded my knees close to my chest and started silently sobbing, I hated it...please...stop...make it go away....it hurts...I'm alone...why does nobody see me?...I'm scared. These were many of the thoughts going through my head a mile a minute. That's when the bell rung for the end of the day and a swarm of kids started making their ways through the dark blue doors made of cold metal, slamming right next to me making my attack so much harder to get through. If I kept this up I was going to pass out but I just can't calm down my...breathing. This was the worst day. I hated it, it's even worse than every other day. Even worse than that time I got slammed up against the locker by those really mean kids, that hurt too. I tried to focus on the chatter of the people coming out of their classrooms, the noise of all of them talking at once made my head spin and make me feel slight relief from the fact that nobody could hear my increasingly loud sobs. I was at a perfect vantage point to where I could see them walking out but they couldn't see me trapped in my tiny corner. Maybe I should call my mom...no don't do that. All because of me having another one of those dumb attacks that always made her panic and then I felt bad and then everything comes crashing down on me all over again. I buried my head in my knees trying to calm down...anything really rather desperately.

"Hey Ev, I just need a minute then we can-" Shoot...I looked up to be met with long dark brown hair that had recently been washed. Still the smell of weed very present on the recovering druggy of my friend, it must have been forever indented in his dark zip up sweatshirt. I forgot I was hanging out with Connor today and this happen to be out meeting spot most days. I forgot all because my mind was freaking out. The other stood there for a moment with his book bag hanging off his shoulder, about to fall off. He's gonna hate me, he doesn't want to be bummed out by his friend. Oh my god what if he leaves? I won't be able to take that. I know he wouldn't leave but what if he did? That would be the worst. He's like the only one who cares about me. He's seen this before, the attack thing but...I don't think he likes it. Who does? I know I don't. I'm rambling my head again, get ahold of yourself Evan. I quickly wiped the tears away from my sleeves hoping to god he didn't notice the erratic breathing that had quickened at his sight. Obviously, he did. He kneeled down next to me and reached out to touch my hand gently, a guilty and concerned face radiating off his features. An expression I saw so rarely from the others stone cold and monotone features and occasional laughs and smiles.