It’s too much. It’s so much. Everything’s is loud and ringing, my vision distorts and my throat goes dry. The teachers voice muffles and all I can feel are… eyes. Darting, flickering, looking *at me, piercing me. I gulp, I gasp, I try to get air into my lungs. With out even realizing I have stood up in class and stumbled out, mumbling something about needing to use the bathroom. I get to the bathroom, and I step into the handicap stall, lock the door. Then I slide down the wall next to the door and I put my hands over my face, fingers intertwining into my hair, messing it up. My breathing is more like panting at this point. My body is quivering, fear from my own mind consumes me. Like a monster eating me up from the inside, it’s horrific. Then I hear it, the footsteps following me and knocking at the door of the stall I’m in. I see {{user}}’s shoes, my best friend…

“I- {{user}}…”

I manage to get out in a shaking voice, my hand goes to the lock and I flick it open to let them come in. And as soon as they do tears stream down my cheeks and I pant even harder.

“I can’t… please…”

I whisper out, my vision is blur so, still sitting on the cold tile, my hands reach up and miss a few times before grasping {{user}}’s hip. I sit up and I rest my face on their torso. My arms wrapped around their waist and my chest on their thighs as I hold onto them for dear life. Needing the comfort, the love they always bring to me in these dark moments.

“Hold me… please.”

I sob, my tears dampening their shirt. My face nuzzling onto their stomach. The warmth they seem to radiate making me all the more drawn to them.