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spinning faster than the world
I suppose it happened about a year ago, during first break. I was standing by myself. Just kinda Chillin'. Then they decided to come. I know I'm sounding overly dramatic but, this is legit what happened. Chapter 1: how this all started. Sometimes, it's like, I can't steady myself.
Like, everything just won't let up.
It's like something I've never felt before.
It's, like I'm.. I'm..
Spinning faster than the world.
My name's Anika, and I'm here to tell you my story.
I live in a small town called Dunningham. To be precise, I live in Dunningham, Canada.
It's difficult sometimes, you know? It's like.. people... they just do whatever they want. Of course, they're never going to realize what they're doing... until it's too late.
I suppose it happened about a year ago, during first break. I was standing by myself. Just kinda chillin'.
then they decided to come. I know I'm sounding overly dramatic but, this is legit what happened.
'Hey, whats up with your face," Lindsey laughed.
"Yeah! Like, was anybody else hurt in the accident," Chloe burst out laughing.
I sat there staring, because obviously this happened all the time. I'm one of their targets.
"Hey, you talk retard?"
I didn't even bother to look up, I didn't want to.
"Hey Jake! Come here! Do us all a favor and beat the crap out of her!"
Oh. God. Chapter 2: Emptiness. The first hit came, but it just kept coming. I winced in pain but, I refused to cry. I was better than that. Giving them the satisfaction would've been a lot easier though. I ended up in the hospital. I was in the ICU. I was hardly awake for it, which pleased me. Although, the doctors kept putting me out, the pain was unbearable.
The doctors came in while I was awake and started muttering to each other.
"She's already on morphine, we don't have anything better than that."
"But the morphine doesn't look like it's helping. Can't we put her on something stronger? Maybe order something from another hospital," that was my mother. She's always so worried.
To know that I'm on morphine, is to know that I could die. Like, at any second. It didn't even worry me, because at least I wouldn't have to go back to daily hell.
Then I heard beeping. Loud, loud beeping. Doctors were everywhere, rushing me through the the hallways and past people. Yelling at nurses and carrying on like animals. I didn't like it. Not one bit.
Then my mom came rushing beside me, "Baby, you're going to be okay. Alright? You're going to be just fine. We'll leave this hospital and forget it ever happened," one of the nurses was pulling her back, "I love you!"
I tried to repeat it but, my voice was inaudible.
"Anika, we're going to give you some medication so you don't see or feeling anything while we go into surgery, okay?"
I didn't reply. I didn't have a choice. I just lay there and stared. I moved my eyes around to make sure they knew I was till alive. Or so I thought.
"Her heart's failing!" Chapter 3: waking up. That's when I blacked out.
It was an eerie emptiness. Watching the doctors try to revive me, I cried.
For the first time in a long time. I hoped they could but, no one really knows.
Then the blackness swallowed me again.
My eyes weren't open yet but, I could hear people talking. Sounded like my mom and some doctors.
"Shouldn't she be awake by now? This isn't normal, actually its far from normal! Wake her up. Right now," She was whimpering like a four year old.
"Ma'am, we can't wake her up. The pain killers we gave her are going to make her sleep for a long time. She'll wake up when she's strong enough."
I slipped back into a deep sleep. I didn't want to wake up. I didn't want to deal with all the interviews to figure out what happened. I didn't want to do anything. I just wanted to observe. Of course, my mom wanted to see me, talk to me, reassure me. All that stuff. So, I bailed on sleep and forced my eyes open. Chapter 4: The questions. "Oh, Ankia. Are you okay? How are you feeling," then she took a deep breath, her next words barely audible, "What happened?"
"Mom, I'm fine. Really. I just want to get out of here," I blinked.
She stared at me, like I was something she'd never seen before, then she spoke, "Anika, how long has this been happening?"
I breathed. I didn't want her to worry. This really wasn't a big deal.
People go into hospitals all the time. She was way too worried.
"I slipped on some ice, I fell flat on my chest. Felt like I crushed a couple of ribs. Not really anything that important,"I had just told the biggest lie ever. Lets hope she doesn't know what happened already.
"Ankia. That's a lie. We both know it. They told me everything that happened. Why would you even try to lie?"
I sat there. She knew why. She knew exactly why. I lied because I didn't want things to get worse. Not worse like, between my mom and I. Worse like, at school.
"You don't need to lie. Are they forcing you to lie? Or they'll get you in trouble? Is that it? Are they threatening you," she rambled on. Each of her words becoming more and more concerned.
I sat there, unmoving. Not even breathing. Chapter 5: Honestly? Again? "Ankia?"
I still didn't move. Hoping the fact I wasn't breathing would make me pass out or, something.
"Ankia, honey. Are you okay?"
I still sat there, a blank slate. Then when I went to say I was tired, I couldn't. My mouth wouldn't move, nor would anything else. It was immensely frustrating.
My mom staring at me. Eyes wide with horror. She screamed, "Doctor," at the top of her lungs.
I sat there, staring. I didn't know what was going on. All I got to see was doctors rushing past, all because my god damn head wouldn't move. I had only heard the words once but, they came again. hitting me even harder.
"Her hearts failing!"
My eyes, the only thing that moved, shot over to my mom. I gave her a look of what I hoped looked like an I-love-you look.
This time, this time it was it.
I gently closed my eyes, letting my deep slumber take over, once again.
Or so I thought.
I was looking at my mom. It was like she was in one of those movie scenes, the ones where it show the family crying in an empty hallway. Only, she was alone. We didn't have any family besides each other.
Then I realized it.
I'm dead.
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