The Pain

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Eating dinner was very nice. The chicken was delicious. I could not believe how good it was. I was able to sit on the couch and eat, which my parents didn't even let me do at home. They were too strict with me. It's not like I would do anything. I still was in complete shock about what happened. "Nick, the pain is too much!" I screamed.

"What pain?" He rushed over as I finished my last bite of food.

"Just everything. I'm having panic attacks and I'm sick. I literally feel like garbage. I feel betrayed and hurt. My stomach is hurting too much again. Nick please!" I begged and begged.

He sat me up against his shoulder. "Norah, do you need to see the doctor again?"

"No"

"Are you okay?"

"No" I cried. 

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