The Gone Town

Juneau

Hey guys! Earlier I mentioned that his sister Bri was just 11, but now that just doesn't feel right. So, from now on, she would be 16. Hope you guys don't mind ! Anyway hope you are enjoying this story!!! :)

The plane landed in Juneau after a few hours. I got off the plane feeling absolutely sick.  My dad always had his arm around me, even while walking. For the grip. We went to a small cafe on the airport, to have breakfast. My dad dragged me a chair and helped me get seated comfortably. I didn't want to eat anything. Even thinking of food is disgusting me. I chose to eat nothing, but mom and dad insisted. They ordered some coffee and plain bread for me to eat.
My head starts to throb. My mind is really messed up, and so is my stomach. I can't think of anything but Arun. Thinking of him gives me a migraine, but thinking about eating food also makes me wanna puke. Our food arrived at the table. This cafe is situated in a corner of the airport. I can't help but fall for the aesthetics in this airport. The wooden chairs really matches the colour of the walls. The only thing I blame here is the lightings. Oh! Those flickering lights! Best for increasing a headache. I tried to concentrate on something else, but nothing comes to my mind. I feel anxious. Anyway, let's eat my food.
I tried to eat my food, but my hands started to tremble. Arun loved buttered bread, and that's all that came to my mind. I felt really sick. I ran to the washroom nearest to the cafe and started throwing up. I threw up a lot, really. I'm not kidding.
I got out of the washroom real quick.  Then, I went back to the cafe and found myself panicking. Mom, dad and Bri were missing! They were not in the cafe! Their absence triggered my PTSD.  My mind gushes over my childhood.  And suddenly, I was an 8 year old. I was walking through a street with mom and dad. Mom had Bri in her hands as well. She was the cutest little thing you'll ever see. Her blonde hair matching her pale blue eyes and the soft pink cherry lips were glistening in the sunlight. She never cried, unlike the other babies. Which always made me wonder if she has some sort of superpowers or something. Don't judge me. I was 8 years old. Let's leave this Chelsea for a bit.

I became tired soon as it was a long walk and I was left behind the three of them. I started walking slowly and even more slower staring at the road. Until at one point, I lost sight of them. I started shivering. Suddenly, someone put a towel around me and wrapped it in my mouth. My breathing became harder and harder. I lost my consciousness pretty soon. I woke up in the hospital, leading this phenomena to the birth of my other disorders. That's right. I was 8 years old when I first got diagnosed with these fancy-named conditions. I suddenly get a swoopy sensation. This story was like a quick flash in colours of gold and black.

I suddenly reach the present and found myself in my dad's arms, my dad finding it very difficult in settling me upright. I couldn't blame him since my legs were all wobbly.  He helped me sit down on a nearby couch. I noticed most of the people's eyes on us.

" You alright honey?" Asked mom laying her hands on my back.
"Am good" I muttered. " My PTSD just triggered, that's it. Nothing serious"
" You sure you're good? " asked dad as he took a bottle of water from his bag and offered it to me.
"No thanks dad, I'm pretty sure my stomach isn't doing great. It's going to turn even worse if I drink water"
" It's okay Jo, you have to drink it, you wouldn't be able to stand upright if you won't drink. It's alright" said mom pouring the lot into my mouth insisting my words.

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Soon, we were back home. It was filled with spider webs and so much other stuffs. When Bri first entered, she found a large cockroach right in front of her. She screamed and ran outside the house as the cockroach followed her. Mom dusted the house as quick as she could because I couldn't stand another moment in the sun. It was that scorching hot. Atlast, I entered the house and layed myself down on the couch. I still felt overwhelmed.

Soon we got a call. It was Arun's parents. I sat upright. They told my dad something and I was anticipating for it. I saw my dad's face turn normal. This better be good news.

My dad hung the phone and told me that my friend was okay and I felt a bundle of relief rest over me. I layed back on the couch and got asleep in no time.

The next day, my parents took me to Doctor Phil, a psychiatrist. He took great care of me, I have to say. I already knew him long ago. He was the first doctor I went to, when I first experienced with disorders.

He gave me a few pills. Actually, they weren't a few, there were a lot. Really, a lot.

After that, I thought I'll visit my friend.  Our next stop was a public hospital where I met him. He was laying on the sickbed, looking very weak. He got so skinny while I was gone. We could locate his each and every bone now. He became quite surprised when he saw me cause I didn't reveal that I was heading back to Juneau. I thought that it could be a total surprise.

He saw me and tried to sit up but I pushed him back. He refused me and started to hug me real tight. I hugged him back firmly. I let go and smiled at him.

" So, how're you feeling Arun? "
" Oh I'm good "
" You dare lie to me? "
"Fine... I've been better. Does that phrase it? "

We both erupted in laughter. I have never laughed this hard since a long, long time. I feel like things are starting to turn normal, which is a good. Or atleast they will be once, I hope.