You had been best friends with Stiles since 3rd grade. And now being juniors in high-school, you knew him inside out. But, for the past few months, he'd been distant. His dyslexia and anxiety got worse, started to hear and see things, and couldn't even do certain things without having a panic attack.

Today, you saw him rush out of the classroom having a panic attack, so that night, you went to his house to check on him. His dad answered the door.

"Uh... you need to see this." Noah said. You immedialty knew something was wrong. You rushed up the stairs and swung the door open, finding him panting and gripping his hair, balled up on the floor in the corner.