Chapter 11

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From the last chapter: I saw him go under the blue blanket and take a needle out. My heartbeat increased, and my hands were shaking. I shake my head no. "Hey, it's okay. It will be over soon." Blake said

No, she doesn't get it. She doesn't understand what needles are there going to drug me.


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My throat feels like it is closing. I grab my shirt and pull it away from me. I pull my knees up to my chest and start rocking. I put my head down in my lap. I'm getting nothing in my lungs. I start gasping; everything has gone blurry. I'm crying, which makes it worse. I hear voices but can't make them out.

I feel someone lay me down. I still can't breathe. I can feel something on my face now. What are they doing to me? There drugging me, putting stuff in my body that I don't want

I grab something. I don't know what it is, but it makes me sit up again, there playing with my hair . Who did I catch?

Whatever is on my face is getting stuff in my lungs. I can breathe better. It is not as blurry. A voice tells me it's okay just breathe and take it easy. Good girl, good job Harper. Are the things I can hear

Finally, after a few minutes, I can determine who is where. I see Blake holding my hand. If Blake is in front of me, who did I grab? 

I look up to see a pair of blue eyes. I know those eyes and he no longer wearing the white coat; he is wearing a gray shirt with white sweatpants.

He is still touching my hair; it's relaxing; he smiles. "you okay there." He asked

I look at Blake. "You scared me. That was a bad panicking attack," she said, worried.

I still have something on my face. I take my hand from her hand and take it off.

It a mask. I look back up and say 

"No blood." I looked down at my lap after taking my head off the guy's chest.



This is bad I'm not good at writing panic attacks 

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