Disappeared

The Basics

My name is Chloe, and this is my life story.
It all started when I was 7. I was experiencing extremely bad stomach cramps, and couldn't stop vomiting for 2 days straight. So my parents took me to the emergency room. We looked like fools. My mom ran in screaming, while my dad was carrying me curled up in a ball. My mom went up to the front desk and started screaming at the front desk lady saying, "help my daughter!!!!", "somebody please help my daughter!". So here I am in the middle of all this commotion, and I can't help but laugh, at how ridiculous we all look. Though this didn't really help my case, because when I started laughing, I started coughing, and then as you might have guessed-vomiting.

So finally after they restrained my mom (this was hilarious actually), about 30 minutes later they called me and my dad back into a room. We were there all day and night. I can't even tell you how many tests they did on me. I thought it was going to bleed to death with all the needles they were poking in me. But the next afternoon, they FINALLY let us leave.

About 3 days later we got a phone call from the hospital (though I did not know it was from the hospital at this time) with my test results. My mom hurriedly picked up the phone, anxious to hear the results.

I can hear only bits of the conversation. But I understand enough to know that something is wrong.

After about 2 hours on the phone, my mom politely says goodbye, turns off her phone, then smashes it against the wall. It takes her literally 3 seconds after this to break down and start crying, screaming "why??????", "why???????"

After my dad gets her settled down, he sends me to my room, as if not knowing what he expects my mother to say.

As soon as I get to my room I press my ear against the door, but all I can hear is mumbled voices echoing in the living room. After about 5 minutes, my parents call my name. I wait about 5 seconds before exiting my bedroom to make it seem as though I were not listening through the door.

When I re-enter the living room both of my parents are crying. Through all of this I am very confused. After they stare at me for about 5 seconds they invite me to sit in between them on the couch. So I go and sit down and they say they need to talk to me.

When I sit down my dad is the one to utter the pain-staking words that will forever change my life.

But all my dad manages to get out is Chloe, you have...