Emma had started her walk back home. On the way she tripped on one of her sneaker shoelaces and fell to the ground. Sure enough, as she walked into the doorway of her home, there was bruise. This one was much bigger, and much more painful. It was on her elbow, where she had tried to break her fall.
"How was school, honey?" Said Emma's mother as she walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water. "Well, it was okay, I guess," she said very unsure of what to say. "Do you think you could maybe take me to the doctor?" asked Emma.
"Whats the matter hon?" asked her mom nervously.
"I'd rather explain in the car," said Emma.
As she was explaining in the car, her mother's face immediately went from happy to extremely nervous.
As they pulled up in the parking lot of the doctors office, Emma realized that she was also getting nervous. She had no clue what was in store for her,but whatever it was, it could be good or it could be bad. She had really hoped for it to be okay.
As they walked into the doctors office, she saw people there that actually had real injuries that were noticeable. She felt very left out by just going to see the doctor because she thought something was wrong with her.
As they sat in the room waiting for Dr. Martin, Emma felt a rush of anger inside. Why? Why did something bad have to happen to her? What did she do to deserve this? As she thought, she got even angrier. Then, finally Dr. Martin walked in.
"So what is the problem that concerns you today?" said Dr. Martin in his thick Indian accent.
"Well, I have been feeling very nauseous, and now I bruise really easily," said Emma very nervous of what was going to come next.
Dr. Martin pressed softly onto Emma's skin. "Did that hurt?" he asked.
"Yes, a little," answered Emma.
She knew by that, that somthing was wrong with her. A little dab wouldn't hurt a regular person, would it?
" I would like to take blood samples,"said Dr. Martin.
"Umm,okay," said Emma.
As the nurse took Emma's blood, Emma felt pain, but not just pain from the needle, pain in her heart. Emotional pain. Pain that made her hurt on the inside. She burst into tears at that very moment.
"It's okay hon," said the nurse in a reassuring tone. As she took more blood, Emma played it off like she was just crying because of the pain from the needle, but on the inside she thought of her dad.
Emma's father had died on her twelfth birthday. She remembered herself screaming as her dad walked into the driveway and was shot in the abdomen three times.
She remembered how close she was to her dad. How much she had loved him. How bad she felt after he was shot. She had refused to talk for months. She was as anti social as ever. Now what did she have to deal with? Why her?
Then she suddenly blacked out. She didn't know how, or when, or why, but she just blacked out.
