A/N: This chapter contains mentions of Depression, eating disorders, anxiety, self harm, and panic attacks.

⚡This chapter is for the amazing TheMysticWolfGirl ⚡

Everything seemed fine and then everything just suddenly changed. Everyone was at the table eating and chilling when just then, Dick gets up from the table as dashes off. Everyone is confused.

Jason watches Dick leave. He had no idea why he just all of a sudden got up. "Maybe he was having another panic attack," thought Jason who then glanced over at all of his friends. Roy raised an eyebrow, silently asking Jason what was going on.
Jason just shrugged his shoulders. He didn't know and he didn't know what to do next.

Should he go after him or wait for him here?

Jason sighed and then laid his head down on the table. The cafeteria was so loud right now and it wasn't helping Jason think at all. He then remembered how scared Dick looked when he realized that he had brought him to the cafeteria.
"There are a lot of people here. Maybe it was too overwhelming for him? He did just have a panic attack outside,'' thought Jason. "How stupid am I?" He was now mad at himself for not seeing that Dick wanted to be anywhere but the cafeteria. He felt like this was all his fault.

Just then, the bell ranged and everyone began to gather up their things and head to their class. Jason raised his head and watched as Wally and Artemis waved goodbye and left hand and hand. Jade tossed her book bag over her shoulder and glanced over at Roy who shook his head 'no' she nodded her head then kissed his forehead. Jason sat up as Jade walked over towards him and patted him on the back before dashing off to her next class.

"I don't know what to do here Roy'' Jason said. Roy nodded his head and slid over a seat, now sitting right next to Jason his best friend.

"I get it. But you like him right?" Roy said. Jason just nodded his head and glanced over in the direction Dick ran off in.

"Then you gotta do what you think is best. You gotta do what's in your heart man. Look at Wally, if he didn't make the first move him and Arty wouldn't be a thing. Same with me and Jade.'' said Roy.

"But, I'm not...'' said Jason.

"I know you aren't at that point yet. Dude give me some credit. I didn't mean go and kiss him right now. What I meant was go to him and...I don't know talk or something." said Roy and Jason chuckled at his best friend.
"Okay are we cool now. Are we done with all these chick flick moments here man?" asked Roy and Jason smiled up at him.

"Yeah man, we're good,'' said Jason. "And Roy?"

"Yep?" said Roy.
"Thanks'' said Jason and Roy smiled and reached over and rubbed his head before jumping out of his seat and getting his things. He and Jason fist bumped and Roy headed towards the doors but froze.

"Hey Jay!'' yelled Roy and Jason looked over at him. "You might wanna get up. I doubt he's coming back in here. He was shaking like a leaf when we were having lunch.'' said Roy and with that he left Jason all alone.

Jason stood up and sighed. He was frustrated with himself. He calmed he cared about Dick, that what he was feeling was something but he didn't take the time or effort to see that Dick was shaking, that he was scared of being in here. That he was completely silent the whole time he was busy talking to his friends.

"Dick probably felt like the odd one out'' thought Jason as he cleaned up and sent out to find Dick.

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Dick pushed himself off the bathroom floor and slowly made his way out of the stall and over towards the sink. He turned the water on and rinsed out his mouth. He was so unhappy with himself right now.
Dick couldn't believe he just did that. He can't believe he just made himself sick and the worst part about it was that he sorta liked it.

The throwing up part and the vomit, gagging and smell were terrible but the part he liked was that it killed his anxiety that was rising up in his chest and felt like it was slowly drowning him from the inside out. He also like that puking had gotten rid of the feeling of being sick to his stomach.

Every time after he eats, Dick always feels nauseous to his stomach and his chest hurts but this time was different, He threw up and afterwards the ache in his chest was gone along with the uneasy feeling in his stomach.

Dick turned the water off and inhaled sharply just for he glanced up at himself in the mirror.

His face was slightly red and his eyes were a bit glassy looking. Dick looked over himself in the mirror.
He looked horrible, he thought and listened to the voice inside him telling him that he was ugly, fat, stupid, a waste, pathetic.

All of his emotions built up and before he knew what he was doing, before he could stop himself, Dick raised his fist up and drove it into the mirror. His fist against the mirror, shattered the glass, cutting into his skin.
Blood began to run from the cuts on his hand and drip down into the sink below.

Dick's chest was rising and falling as he breathed quickly. He then looked at his hand and wanted to scream.

"Rahat" [crap] Dick said in Romanian.

His blue eyes then landed on the shattered pieces of the mirror that laid in the sink. He quickly glanced up at the part of the mirror that was still hanging on the wall and looked at himself. He got lost in the broken look held within his once bright blue eyes. His mind was already made up the second he saw the pieces of glass, it was just his heart that he now had to convince and it didn't take much.

Dick pulled up his sleeve and closed his eyes. He knew what he was doing wasn't right. He knew that he really wanted to cut right now but after he did, he knew that he would be so upset with himself for not being strong. That he would be hit with a heavy wave of Depression, only to lead him down a darker path and one where he would most likely cut more and probably have bad, dark and scary thoughts.

But right now, Dick didn't see any reason for being strong. Hell, his hand was still bleeding from him smashing the mirror, and he just threw up his lunch. So in Dick's mind, what was the big deal if he cut 1 or 12 times. It wasn't like anyone cared about him, it wasn't like he mattered.

So Dick picked up one of the sharp pieces and held it above his wrist that was already covered in scars and cuts. He inhaled sharply before he brought the glass shard down upon his wrist. Pressing hard upon his skin, forcing blood out as he drew it across, wincing at the sudden pain but then closing his eyes and tilting his head backwards at the sweet release he was dying for. He was now lost within the release he got from cutting that he didn't count how many times he brought the glass down on his wrist or how hard he pressed down or the amount of blood that now poured from his small, pale wrist.
All that Dick was aware of was the calmness that now washed over him.

He wasn't aware that Jason was heading his way right now and at any moment he was going to walk in and see this.
See him like this, see how broken he was. See him for what he believed was true, that he was worthless.
For the fear and disgusted that Dick feared and thought would be held within Jason's amazing green eyes. For Jason would see the mess he was.
For he would see....

him.

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