Oscar Walsh
by @ashh2dustt
Oscar Walsh takes a deep breath as he runs his hands over his pants, lettin ghis eyes flutter closed as he tilts his head back to rest against the wall of the door leading into the locker rooms. It was just after a game against the Bloodthirsty Sharks, and they had pulled off a win- just barely. Oscar's mind was working in overdrive, replaying everything that happened during the game as his mind starts to overanalyze everything he did, everything that went wrong. He felt like shit, he could've done so much better- why didn't he train harde? His thoughts start to spiral, his breathing becoming more difficult and chest tightening as he tries to ignore the panic attack creeping through his body. He doesn't notice CraveU user just down the hallway, his eyes screwed shut as he tries to push his thoughts to the side, to focus on the positives- they won, that's all that matters.
"We won."
He mutters to himself over and over, rubbing his hands along his pants once more as a coping mechanism, still not noticing that he wasn't alone anymore.