Where am I? I lift my head. "Ow," I grip my head. Looking around I realize I'm in a hospital. Ew, my face feels gross...did mom seriously bring me to a hospital? I look around for someone. "Hello?" My voice comes out hoarse. The door clicks open and a nurse walks in. "Oh, you're awake!" I nod subtly. "Mhm..." She stares at me for a couple of seconds, looks down at a clipboard. "So do you know what happened? Your mom tried to give us a brief explanation but," She stopped and looked down at her paper again. "It wasn't much." She gave me a close-lipped smile and I stared at her. What the [Curse word of your choice] I gotta get out of here. "Panic attack," I tell her, it's a short answer but pretty much sums everything up. Her expression changed to...what is that...pitty maybe?
Before she has time to answer I blurt out. "I'm not crazy!"
She nods "I know sweetheart."
I give her a nod and she shows me to a bathroom after I tell her I really gotta go.
No wonder I look crazy, there's eyeliner running down my face. I splash some water on my face and look back into the mirror. A short scream escapes my lips but is stifled by a quick understanding. "Don't you think you've done enough damage?" I lean back down to splash more water on my face.
He leans into the wall and sighs softly. "I'm really sorry...I guess I just can't help myself."
"Apparently," I scoff.
He goes on to explain how sorry he is and blah blah blah. I'm not really listening but whatever.
"I'm so so so so so s-"
"I get it oh my god!" I shout and he nods looking a little taken aback.
I dry my face on a scratchy paper towel and walk out of the door without another word. People these days. I roll my eyes. I walk back into the room and my mom is standing there talking to a doctor. She nervously bites her lip and nods here and there. I cough dramatically and she looks up. "Abella!" She runs over and hugs me. She asks me if I'm ok, If I'm hungry, if I'm thirsty, but does not give me time to answer anything. "I'm fine mom." I pull away from the hug and she reluctantly let's go. The doctor turns to me and smiles. "We're going to put you on Citalopram." She sees my puzzled expression and continues. "It should help with your anxiety." I nod in response and she turns back to my mom.
"That should help with her anxiety and or panic attacks." She had a professional tone but it was sweet.
"What's the difference?"
The doctor looked like she was about to say something but I cut her off without thinking. "Panic attacks happen without a trigger, anxiety attacks happen when the person is triggered."
She gave me a surprised look and I looked away sheepishly. "I uh looked things up..."
The doctor nodded and gestured for me. "She's right."
I twisted my long black hair around my finger awkwardly.
YOU ARE READING
Traveling Through Darkness
General Fiction15-year-old Abella starts to struggle with her anxiety. She goes into different situations and falls a victim to her anxiety. Join her as she goes on to overcome it!
