Travis

I washed my face. I looked in the mirror.

My eyes were red.

My heart felt so swollen, that I believe it could burst, right there.

I was breathing sharp painful breaths.

"Calm down." I whispered to myself. "Its okay." I swallowed air. I felt anger rising up inside of me. "Calm down…" I whispered again, but my hands were already reaching for the mirror.

I picked it up and threw it on the ground.

The pieces of mirrored glass cut my feet. Blood was all around me. Again.

I fell on my knees. Oh, God, not another attack.

"Beck!" I yell with all the strength I have left. "Beck, help!!"

But I've already collapsed on the floor, pieces of glass cutting into my calloused skin.

Beck

"Beck!!" I hear Travis yell from the bathroom. "Beck, help!" I run as fast as I can into the bathroom. The door's locked, so I have to break it down. I see Travis sprawled out on the floor, with a pool of blood around him. His eyes are open, and his arm is shaking.

"Great God." I whisper under my breath. I pick Travis up and place him in the bath. I don't want to call the hospital.

I feel for his pulse, but his chest is swollen. I rip open his shirt.

"Come on, Travis. You cant leave now."

I press down. I feel for his lungs. They aren't moving up and down like they're supposed to.

"Travis, are you breathing?" I yell, but I know he isn't. His arm has stopped shaking. His eyes are closed. "Travis!"

I already know that I have to perform CPR. I press down on his lungs again, to make sure he needs it, and then finally get down on my knees and blow air. I pause, push on his lungs again, and then blow air.

Travis coughs and sits up.

"What happened?" He whispered, reaching for his head.

"Don't talk." I demanded, wiping my mouth. "You're going to the hospital."

"No!" He said quickly. "I don't want to go!"

"You have to."

"No!!" He yelled again.

I stared at him in the eye. "Do you know why you're in the bath, Travis? Do you know why there is pieces of glass all over the floor? Its because there is something wrong with you. And you need to be fixed."

"I was angry!" He yelled, frustrated. "There were too many things going on in my head. It was just a panic attack!"

"Just a panic attack??" I boomed. "Just a panic attack?? You weren't breathing, Travis!! If I wasn't here, you could have been dead!!"

"Oh, yes, thankyou so much, I'm forever in your gratitude." Travis said sarcasticly. "I'm fine. Look at me, do I look fine??"

I looked at him. His shirt was ripped, and he had small cuts spurting blood all over him. "You look anything but fine." I whispered. "Let me call the hospital."

"No!" He yelled. "Don't!"

"Travis…" I sat on the edge of the bathtub. "I don't want you to end up dead."

He looked at me, hurt from heartbreak and troubled by the attack.

"I would be better off dead." He whispered.

I shook my head. "No, no Travis… I didn't…"

"No, its okay."

"It isn't okay, Travis… I'm sorry, don't think that way…"

"I understand Beck. I'll find my own place in a couple of weeks."

"No!" I said quickly. "Don't move out. Please."

He looked at me. "You want me to stay?"

"I need you to stay." I whispered. "Those attacks… I need to take care of you, Travis."

"And…" Oh, what a little stubborn kid.

"And I lie y." I mumbled.

"What?" He asked, being ignorant. I rolled my eyes.

"I like you." I repeated. "You're my best friend, Travis."

He looked through my eyes like he was trying to see if it was true.

"Thanks man." He said back. "I like you too."