Jack regretted agreeing to see a psychiatrist. He was now scheduled to see the one the very next day, and he didn't think he would be able to handle it. He was terrified as being seen as crazy or being told he was faking it to get attention because all of it was on Maggie now. There was no explanation of why this fear had suddenly gripped him. All he knew was that it kept him up for all of the previous night and it was so bad that it hurt just to breathe. He felt like his chest was closing in on him and he felt like he was going to suffocate and die.

Aaron, Jenny and Gary were watching a movie with Sid. Katie Lea was at her house watching Caleb and Rachel. She was going to bring them when Matt picked up pizza for everyone. Jeff and Randy were back at the hospital with Maggie. She had two more rounds of chemo to go through before she could come home. Jack knew he should call his parents to tell them the way he was feeling, but every time he even tried to pick up the phone, he had to hang it up again right away. He felt trapped inside his own body and he was afraid to cry out for help. They're going to lock you up, a voice inside his head told him. They're going to think you're crazy and they're going to lock you up forever and ever and ever.

"Stop it," he said out loud. He put his hands over his ears in an effort to block the voice out. He didn't understand what was happening to him. It was like now that he was going to get the help he needed, he was becoming even worse than he was before. This was getting out of control. He started to go downstairs to try to talk to Sid, Jenny or Aaron. But as soon as he got within ten feet of the living room, he about had an anxiety attack. Trying to walk into his own living room actually terrified because there were people in there. What's happening to me? Oh God, I've gone crazy, I'm trapped and I can't get out…

Not knowing what else to do, Jack went back into his room and grabbed a pair of scissors and his lighter before retreating to the bathroom. He didn't feel like he was in control of himself anymore. Whatever sickness had taken him over was in the driver's seat now. With shaky hands, he took the scissors and used them to make three deep cuts on his face. It hurt like hell and he didn't want to be doing it, but he didn't know how to stop himself at this point. Feeling sick to his stomach, he used his lighter to heat up the scissors until he was sure the blades had to be scorching hot. Then he took them and pressed them up against his cuts, burning them and making himself cry out in pain.

There was a knock on the door. "Jack?" Jenny called out. "What are you doing in there Jack? I heard you yelling."

Jack forced himself to take several deep breaths. His anxiety was reaching levels he had never experienced before. "Help," he said weakly. He forced himself to take the scissors away from his face. "Jenny I need help."

Jenny opened the door. "Oh my God!" she yelled when she saw what Jack had done to himself. She quickly grabbed the scissors out of his hands and threw them out of the room. "Aaron! Aaron help!"

Aaron came running up the stairs and into the bathroom a moment later. "What the hell are you--what the hell? Jack, what did you--"

"Call Randy and Jeff!" she barked at her twin. "Now!"

He nodded and took out his cell phone. She turned around and started rubbing Jack's back. "Jack? Talk to me honey."

Jack used both hands to brace himself against the sink. "I can't breathe," he complained. He couldn't even feel the pain in his face anymore at this point. Now that everyone had found him, the anxiety attack was getting worse than ever. "It feels like I can't breathe."

Jenny bit her lip. She looked like she didn't know what to do. "Well here, let me--"

Jack didn't let her do anything though. It was too much. It was all too much. He pushed her and Aaron to the side and ran out of the bathroom. He barely avoided knocking Sid down as he was coming down the stairs and he nearly tripped and fell as he ran out the front door. He didn't know where he was going, but it didn't really matter to him. He just had to go far away, so he couldn't be found and he could actually breathe again. This has to stop, I have to make it stop, he thought to himself. I'm going to die if I keep going on like this.

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"Aaron what is going on over there?" Randy asked. His nephew had called him and had said that Jack needed their help. But before too many details could be told, a whole bunch of yelling and chasing sounds had started.

Aaron took a deep breath. "Jack cut up and burned part of his face and now he just ran out the front door."

"What?" Randy yelled in disbelief.

"Jack!" Aaron yelled. "Jack where are you? Shit!" He took a deep breath. "We fucking lost him. You and Jeff need to fucking come and help us. Jack has fallen apart and he hasn't even been to the doctor yet."

"Okay, we're coming," Randy said. "We're coming to find him." He hung up the phone and looked at Jeff. "Jack mutilated his face and then ran off. Aaron and Jenny have no idea where he ran off to."

Jeff's jaw dropped in horror. "What?"

Randy shook his head. They didn't have time for him to repeat himself. He looked at Maggie, who was staring up at him. "Honey we need to--"

"Go," she said. "Go find Jack Dad." She looked over at Jeff. "You too Daddy. Jack needs help. He's sick too."

Randy kissed her on the head and pulled Jeff to his feet. "We'll call Matt and have him come stay with you," he promised. He pulled Jeff out of the room and they started heading towards the exit.

"What the hell are we going to do Randy?" Jeff asked. "He was seeing the psychiatrist tomorrow. Hell, we just filled a small prescription of anti-depressants so he would feel a little better."

"Well either he didn't take them, or they just made it worse," Randy replied. He had heard that sometimes could happen with teenagers. "But we can't worry about that at the moment. We just need to find him before it's too late."