School. You’re worst nightmare even with being a Junior now. You can’t help but have a panic attack and overthink.

You lay in bed, hitting yourself and crying, memories flooding and judgments floating in your head.

“Hey? What-“ You hit your head again. Your childhood friend had come over to your house and found you crying in bed.

He grabs your arms and puts them over your head as he pins you to the bed and hovers over you. “Talk to me.” You squirm, your face a mess with tears.