Y/N's POV

After the whole..."incident" involving Daniel, everybody cleaned up the mess that he had made.
Once we were done, I cautiously walked back to my house. I guess I figured that Daniel would somehow find me strollin' on over to my house and stab me on the spot.
Or something like that.
Anyways, I creaked open the front door and saw my mom making dinner for herself. She didn't give a damn if I was home 2 hours late. She just kept on chopping her onions as I went on upstairs to unwind a bit.
"Frick...my homework..," I said aloud. I had remembered that I had mountains of homework to complete.
During my last assignment, that's when my anxiety attack started.
I began to feel a bit jumbly in the belly. I clutched my pencil tightly, as if I was transferring my negative feelings into the it.
Then I felt my throat close up. I began gasping for breath, dropping the pencil completely.
"What the hell?!" I gasped aloud.
I crumbled to the floor, my eyes shut tightly. I rubbed my face up against the hood of my hoodie, and I felt my palms glaze with sweat.
I could hear my heart thumping loudly, as I still could not breathe. I felt a lump of air clog my airway, and that's when I knew that I was having an anxiety attack.
But then a lightbulb went off in my head: If there's one person that could calm me down, it was Max.
   I was just about to go see him, when...
   My mother came into my room and smirked at me.
   "Time for dinner," she sneered.
   Oh God...
   My mom always fed me the bare minimum. I would get a few vegetables at best for every meal. I always stuffed my face with snacks so that I wouldn't be severely underweight.
   I sighed, tears streaming down my cheeks. "Okay, Mommy..."
   I slowly got up, my hands trembling. Sweat trickled down my forehead as I let out a shaky breath and proceeded to slump to the dining room.
   "What's the matter with you?" I heard my mom say behind me.
   "Nothing..," I lied. My words came out hoarse due to the minimum amount of oxygen my lungs were taking in.
   By that time, I was in the kitchen. I then felt a hand grab me and spin me around.
   My mother was standing behind me, teeth bared. She punched me in the gut, and I let out a small "oof".
   "Don't you freaking lie to me!" my mom screeched, grabbing my ponytail and tugging it.
   "Fine!" I yelled, brushing a stray hair behind my ear. "I...I think I'm having an anxiety attack..."
   My mom froze, her eyes widening a bit. Then, to my dismay, she put her hands up and walked around me.
   I watched her go and let out a shaky sigh of disappointment. "Thanks for the s-support!" I yelled to my mom sarcastically. My remark came out as a stutter, as I still couldn't breathe.
   "I can't deal with you," I heard my mom snarl from the dining room. "You can go upstairs and eat."
   In response, my stomach growled. So I sighed and got my 3 pieces of broccoli and went to my room.
   I shut the door, my hands shaking, and sat down on my bed to eat. My stomach was doing somersaults as I slowly chewed on my "dinner". My entire body was quaking, and my hands were as wet as Niagara Falls when it's raining. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears as I dug my nails into my forehead. The pressure was the only thing keeping me from going insane.
   "WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?!" I shrieked, my arms flailing in the air.
   I flopped face-first down on my bed and began sobbing. The moisture creeped onto my pillow as I grabbed it and held it tight.
   Suddenly, I remembered what I was going to do earlier: Go see Max.
I shoved the last leaf of broccoli into my mouth as I creaked the window open once again. I knew that my mom wouldn't be too keen on me leaving the house to go who-knows-where.
My arms were shaking as I slipped them through. I landed on the grass once again. Just not as graceful as last time.
I fell flat on my face. "Ow..," I grumbled, my voice muffled due to the grass.
I slowly picked myself up, struggling to take a full breath in.
I slumped to Max's house, knowing that once I saw him, my anxiety would subside.
* * *
I knocked on the door with a shaky fist. I finally would get to see Max.
David opened the door. "Why, hello, Y/N! H-what's wrong?" he asked, seeing my tear-stained face and messed up hair.
"I-I was hoping I could talk to Max, p-please..," I choked out, nervously biting my fingernails.
I could tell David wanted to know more, but he nevertheless respected my privacy and gestured for me to come in, not saying a word.
I let out a sigh of relief as I walked into their humble abode.
Max walked down the stairs almost immediately after.
"David! Who the hell are you talking to?" Max asked David, arching a demanding brow.
David looked at me, causing Max to do the same. "Oh! Y/N! What are you d-what the frick happened to you?" I don't know if this is possible, but his voice sounded rough and gentle at the
same time.
"C-can we go upstairs?" I timidly asked. "I-it's kinda private..."
Max gave a nod and grabbed my hand. He led me upstairs with an open mind, and an open heart.
Once we got up there, I told him everything I was feeling. The difficulty breathing, the sweating, the lump, everything.
Max's eyes widened. He then pulled me in for a hug. "Damn. You've been through some hell, Y/N." He pulled away. Fortunately, telling someone about my anxiety that cared for me made it subside. Max then lowered his head, blushing insanely.
"What?" I asked, able to talk once more. My jokester personality seemed to come back too!
"Okay," Max sighed, "this is gonna sound super freaking cheesy, but I'll always be there for you." He finally looked up, and we stared into each other's eyes.
I smiled. "I know. Here comes the cheesiness from me: I'll always be there for you too."
Don't worry! The next chapter will be funny! See you guys later!!!