Healed// Colby Brock

12

21/2/2015

I went to the doctors. They took blood samples from me. Multiple blood samples. A physical check over and mental check over. They said my symptoms could be something serious but the doctors I saw told me not to worry about it. The chances of it happening to me is slim to none. They said something about it being potentially deadly. They told my mom that. Not me. They didnt want to worry me with it. They told me to live my life to the fullest. They said they could have the results in a month or 2 due to an amount of blood needing to get tested and for people to get their results about their blood tests.

The scariest thing thats bugging me is that they said it could be potentially deadly. I dont want to die young. I still have to have a family, I still have yet to get married, I still have yet to get my first job.

I dont want it to end this early.

I closed my journal. The thought of my symptoms being deadly kept replaying on my mind. Im struggling to move past it. Ive gotta move past it.

"Bye mom." I say to my mom getting out the car and look behind me to the large school building.

"Alright I love you honey. Just try to get on with your day babe. Its gonna be alright." She says handing me my lunch. "I love you so much, Have a good day at school." She says and I take my lunch off of her and shut the car door.

I hear my moms car drive off and I head into the building.

I walk toward my biology class and open the door. The teacher stops talking and everybody's attention came to me.

"Sorry Im late." I say to the teacher.

"Miss Smith. Why are you late? You are 45 minutes late to my lesson. Why even bother coming at all?" She lectures me. It felt honestly kind of threatening.

"The reason Im late is none of your business bitch."

Thats what I imagined saying to her. I dont have enough confidence to say that to anybody.

"Uh. Doctors appointment." I say and head to my seat. I felt everybody's eyes burn into me. My heart was beating so fast. It felt like I was going to have a panic attack. I cant have a panic attack. Not here, Not now.

I begged myself to stay calm. Stay composed for until change over period or even lunch.

Hey you okay? teachers a bitch.

I look to my phone and I see thats what Kat had texted me from across the classroom.

Wren: yeah im fine. doctors suck. but this teacher sucks worse.

Kat: Totally!!

I put my phone back in my pocket and tried to concentrate for the last 15 minutes of the biology lesson. I couldnt help but notice Colby wasnt in the lesson.

Wren: where are you colby? im in biology.

I send Colby the text and try not to bounce my leg under the desk.

Colby: on the field. smoking a joint. come join if you want. im under the bleachers.

I packed up my shit and left the classroom and fled to the field. I didnt know why but I just wanted to see Colby.

I felt better when I saw him. It was calming to me.

I made my way out to the field and walked over to the rundown bleachers.

I walked underneath them and saw Colby sitting there in a blue and black tie dye hoodie with his classic black skinny jeans.

I walked to him and sat down beside him.