Camp Closeted

There's no way I really did that!

I kissed Jesse's ex?

What if he finds out!

What else did I do that night?

Fuck!

Thoughts began to run around my mind as I couldn't process what Tristan just told me.

I felt myself actually break down as everything in my body just started to hurt. I felt so disgusted and disturbed as I made my own skin crawl. Tristan is lying, there's no way he's telling the truth! I'm not a slut!

Time quickly passed by as I began to notice my breathing pace speed up without control. I just wanted to vanish as my body began to feel paralyzed. I was slowly being dropped into a dark self-made torture chamber without a way out.

I haven't had a panic attack this bad in so long..

as I continuously used my hand to bang my head at

are you to do

was just beating out of my chest, my shirt completely stained

help but loudly gasp as voices began to appear around me. "Logan, he probably didn't even mean to punch

as him and his friends began to surround me. "He thinks it's okay to play

looked at group of guys that stood before me, beds of sweat forming on my face as I tried to get up. I didn't know what Logan and these guys wanted but it

a pair of strong hands rapidly grabbed onto my shirt and pulled me back down, causing my body to roughly hit against the hard

since my panic attack only worsened. "Look at you." Logan evilly laughed as he forcefully pulled my collar. "You're

by hate swung so strongly against my cheek, making me fall back again to the ground as tears streamed down

voice spoke out as I groaned out in pain. "Dude alright, come on, you got your revenge, now

of me, swing after swing, hitting against my face. "You know Micah, I actually thought for a second you stood out. Turns out your just another shitty asshole who likes to toy with people's feelings. Where's your Jesse now huh!?" His voice was audibly broken as I couldn't even speak anymore,

punch that struck against me made my head pound, multiple versions of reality creeping into my vision as I couldn't even process the amount of pain that

he began to choke me as I could only cry. I felt too drained to try

up. I felt like