•Him.• [A Bmc story]

Wait- [3]

(Warning; Panic attacks?? Bad punss)

Michael's Pov

After the walk, I honestly just layed on ny bed and typed all my conspiracy theories on my laptop. I had many many theories. I couldn't help but wonder what is Jeremt doing? Why wasn't he home? Wouldn't he have called me? Did we get a divorce for our bromance- not that we had a bromance.

The night came, after ordering myself chinese food, I take a nice warm shower. I sang in the shower, like usual. After my relaxing shower, I brushed my teeth and layed in bed for a while before getting bored and watching some YouTuber that tried dumb diys, murders barbies, eats like everything, oh his account name is 'Shane Dawson' nice. So after an hour- or 3 after that I finally fall asleep.

A deep sleep with a dream about Jeremy

A figure that looked exactly like Jeremy stood in front of the school
"Jeremy!"
"M-Michael?"
"Where have you been? I was looking everywhere for you!!"
"Well you obviously you didn't look hard enough"
"What?"
And then Jeremy's figure faded into a pile of dust
I tried picking up all the dust but couldn't
I screamed and cried
Until there was nothing left to cry about...

I woke up, tears heavily falling down my face, I wiped my eyes quickly. Feeling my heart pounding, I was hyperventilating. Holy shit. I was having a panic attack. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't feel my heart punding but I could hear it. I couldn't think, my head was pounding. Tears rushed down my face faster, I couldn't move. Trying to look around, it was just dark. I kept sobbing, not able to feel anything but my tears on my face.
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And then I woke up.
I must've fell asleep during the panic attack.
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THAT WAS SO BAD, I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT A PANIC ATTACK IS LIKE SO IF I DID ANYTHING WRONG PLEASE TELL ME. AND THE DUST THING- *cough* *cough* *cough* infinity war *cough*