"Hey, (Y/n)! Yeah, you fatty!! Are you too busy watching Jacksepticlame!?!"

I tried to keep the tears from rushing out of my eyes as I stood in the empty hallway.

They did this every week after school when everyone left, causing me to miss my bus.

"Where's your so called 'Hero', now!?"

There mocking words rung in my ears as I clenched onto my backpack strap.

My heart raced

My hands shook

My breaths became shallow

It was happening...

A severe anxiety attack.

"L-leave me a-alone!" I stuttered, trying to calm myself as soon as possible, though could be dangerous if I didn't.

"Shut up! We can do whatever we want to you!"

The group of students walked closer as my body shook even worse.

I cried.

"Please, just go!" I shouted, shutting my eyes closed tightly.

"You'll never meet him! You'll never be like him! So stop trying, you wierdo!"

"Yeah, freak!"

"Nerd!"

"Loser!!"

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I tried not to think of that day. The day I was punched repeatedly for someone that I loved like crazy. My panic attacks got worse after that. I couldn't go to school, homeschool being my only option left. I had trust issues for months after that.

But that was a year ago.

Now is different.

Now I'm standing in a line.

A long one.

But at the other end is the person I've been wanting to meet. Almost like a little kid wanted to meet the tooth fairy.

Except he's not a myth.

He's standing right there.

Signing papers, hats, shirts, and faces.

But I didn't want his signature.

I just wanted him to know I exists.

Unlike everyone else in my life.