Trigger Warning: Panic Attack

Anxiety's Pov

I walk out to the common room to hear squabbling.

"But mermaids could totally exist!"

"No, they couldn't."

"How would you know? You haven't explored the ocean smartie pants!"

Logan and Roman. I smirk before walking over to Patton and a figure facing away from me.

He notices me and gestured to the person.

"Anxiety! There is someone here I want you to meet" He squeals, his face scrunching up with joy.

The figure turns and my blood runs cold.

"Hey, Anxiety! I'm Carter, Thomas's 'carelessness', so to speak!" Carter smiles, reaching out to take my hand.

"H-hi" I stutter, grabbing their hand only to be pulled into a rib breaking hug.

"Nice name Virgil..." He whispered before pulling back from the hug.

He hasn't changed at all. He still wears that silly cape and those cowboy boots.

How is he here? Why is here? Is this good? Is this bad? Should I freak out? Am I freaking out?

Yes.

"I've g-got to go..." I stuttered, almost sprinting back into my room.

"Damn Anx, you almost give me a heart attack? It is impossible but the point still stands" He smirked eyes still stuck on his phone.

"So what's with the running?" He asked, looking up at my dishevelled state.

"Uh- St- He- Ba-" I tried to speak through my desperate breaths.

"Oh... Um? You good?" He put down his phone and moved towards the end of the bed.

"N-" I'm cut off by a searing pain in my chest.

Why'd you leave?

"Shit, dude? Are you okay?" Dillon's voice sounds muffled.

Feeling a little overwhelmed?

"Should I get someone?"

Outnumbered?

"Patton?"

I try to shake my head though I'm sure it was barely a twitch

You're gonna lose

Breathe, remember to breathe

It's over

Don't cry

Be scared

Don't scream

No one cares

Don't be a burden

Not Dillon

Don't move

Not Logan

Don't hurt yourself

Not Patton

Don't scare him

Not Roman

Breathe.

Not even-

"Shut up!" I scream, trying to shut down my head.

Depression's Pov

I hear the door slam open and hear Anx run in.

"Damn Anx, you almost give me a heart attack? It is impossible but the point still stands" I smirk, not looking up from Tumblr.

"So what's with the running?"

It's only when he starts to ramble some undecipherable nonsense that I look up and take notice of his messed appearance and rapid breathing.

"Oh... Um? You good?" I may not be a good person, I'm nothing close, but Anx is my best friend, he's been since the beginning. I've only seen a few of his panic attacks because he always hid them.

"N-" He starts only to clutch at his chest, falling to the floor.

This is not normal.

"Shit, dude? Are you okay?" I ask, mentally slapping myself for such a stupid question.

He continues to squirm on the ground, barely acknowledging my question.

"Should I get someone?"

"Patton?" He's the only person, other than me, that he's close too.

He looks quite the state, curled up on the floor, shaking, hyperventilating and- is he crying?

I go to touch his shoulder, trying to comfort him.

"Shut up!" He screams, jumping away from me.

Of course I'd make it worse, I'm bloody depression! I can't help him... I'll just have to go for something else.

Drastic times call for drastic measures.

I run up to the door, slamming it shut once before opening it again.

I run to his closet to hide.

Hopefully, someone gets the message.

Anxiety's Pov

I hear a loud noise between my thoughts but nothing else. I can't break through this foreign voice. What the hell is happening to me!

You're dying

Fading

Messing up

You should stop that

Stop letting people down

Stop leaving people

It's only when I feel a strong pair of arms around me that the thoughts slowly start to fade and the arms are accompanied by a calming voice.

Stop trying

"You're doing fine anxiety"

You're breaking

"Try to breathe"

Don't listen to him!

"In for four,"

He's lying!

"Hold for seven,"

HE'LL HURT YOU!

"Out for eight,"

No.

And just like that, the thoughts are gone.

The pain is still present in my chest, My ears are still ringing and I can't open my eyes.

But I'm safe.

I'm okay.

And just like that, I fall asleep.

(oooh! Who's anxiety's saviour? Was the author too lazy to write that part in? Why are these updates so far apart? Are they going to get further apart with school starting back? All these answers and more in the next chapter, available in 1 year!

Quick thing:
Sentences that look like this are the new 'voice' in anxiety's head.
Sentences that look like this are his normal negative thoughts.
And dialogue like "this", anxiety is struggling to hear over his thoughts.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it! School's going back tomorrow so updates might be a little sparse but I'll try to keep it up! Also... 2.92 FREAKIN READS! WHAT THE HECK! HOW! WHY! WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS? Thank you so much to everyone who bats an eyelid at this fic, it means the world to me. I wish you all the best whether you're going back to school now, later, even if you're not in school. Have a great day folks!)