Searching For Sanity

Chapter 2: Hell

"Run. Run Victoria, Run."
"What? Run? Run where?"
"Anywhere. Anywhere but here."
I begin running through a meadow. "Where am I?" I think.
"Victoria. Victoria come on!" A male in front of me running says. I continue running, without knowing who I'm with or what I'm running from, hell I usually don't even talk to those of the opposite gender.
He grabs on to my arm. "Shoot." he mumbles.
"Wha-"
"SHOOT." He points towards a blurry figure ahead of us in the path way.
"With what?"
"GOD DAMMIT VICTORIA DO I NEED TO TELL YOU EVERYTHING. TAKE THE GOD DAMN BOW AND ARROW AND SHOOT HIM." I look down at my hand.
"What. What is this?" I hold out a bow at the tips of my fingers. "But what about an arrow?" I could tell he didn't want to talk to me considering his face was beat red from anger. So I reached into my back pocket, there it was; an arrow.
"God dammit Victoria he's going to run away." I slowly held up the bow, mindlessly reminding myself of the time in gym class where I couldn't even hit the target in archery, Am I going to be able to do this??
"Okay. 1...2...3..."
"Flinnnng." The arrow shoots towards the blurry figure.
"BEEEEP."
"Wha-What's that noise?" I ask the male figure.
"BEEEP BEEEEEP."
"Why can I still hear it??"
Next thing I know I'm being shook up and told
"Good morning honey, time for school!"
Alright, now I'm really confused.

      Once I finally got out of bed I realized my stomach wasn't feeling too hot. Oh well, I thought. I'm probably just hungry. So I shrugged it off, did my morning routine and went to school. Going to school was okay I guess, I got a little motion sick on the bus, but I felt it was just nerves, I mean it was only the second day of school it's typical to be nervous. Once I got to school I went straight to the bathroom, just so if I was going to get sick I'd have somewhere where no one would have to clean it up.
"I can do this, I can do this." I reminded myself as I walked out of the bathroom. Honestly with that mindset I actually felt okay. So I met up with Taylor, of course she wondered why I wasn't at my locker at usual time, so I told her my bus was late, easy excuse.
       Once the 5 minute bell I went to my study hall class.
"Alright I can do this." I once again reassured myself. The entire study hall class I sat on my phone and as the class went on it felt as if my stomach began feeling worse and worse. Um this isn't a good sign. So I asked to use the restroom, little did I know while walking to the bathroom the walls felt like they were getting closer and closer to me and everything was spinning (which made the nausea come back). I made it to the restroom and back just fine. I didn't feel any better but I tried.
       After that was math, and at that point, it was 85 degrees Fahrenheit in the building that day, I must have been having cold flashes since I felt as if it was 54 degrees. So I asked Taylor to feel my arm then my head. She told me my arm was freezing and my head was burning up. It got so bad that I actually texted my dad.
Hey. I don't feel very well. can you come pick me up?
He soon replied with:
Yes, I can come right now.
So I began to feel some relief but still like I had just gotten off of a carousel that was going 89 mph. With this horrible feeling and relief that dad was coming I did what on a normal day I'd never do. I asked my math teacher if I could go to the nurse, and of course she said yes. I managed to make my way down a flight of stairs to the nurses office, leaving my lunch in my locker since I didn't feel like I could make it to the nurses office, even worse wouldn't have been able to make a circle to go to my locker too.

      Once I made it there (and by "made it there" I mean I was walking at the slowest rate possible to make sure I wasn't going to faint on the way down there). The nurse was very nice. She first asked how I was feeling. Now you know when you don't feel good and your voice kind of sounds like you're going to cry, very high pitched and quiet? that's how I sounded, that's how my friends and my teacher knew something was wrong, I could not control that. So I told the nurse, "my stomach kills, I feel like the walls are closing in on me and I feel very weak." So she asked the simplest question that I'm guessing she gets paid to ask.
"Did you eat breakfast this morning?"
"Yes." I responded with the same quiet in pain tone. Then I made a point to tell her I had already contacted my dad and he was coming to pick me up, she gave me a smile and told me to lay down. So I did.
       It took my dad fifteen minutes to show up at the school and sign me out for the day, let me tell ya, it was probably the longest fifteen minutes of my life. Laying in the nurses office, hearing about their personal lives accompanied by my old business teacher asking me how my guy friend who moved away was doing then of course asking how I was feeling, to later ask
"Did  you eat breakfast?"
I swear everyone in this goddamn school gets paid to say this. In the fifteen minutes I was in the nurses office the phone rang 3 times. The first two times for the one nurse that had been transferred to an elementary school in our district for the day. So the other nurses when the phone rang the third time said
"Oh it's probably for Carol."
While I sat there praying to god it was for me. The third one was. I got up, got my stuff and I swear, from the nurses office to the front of the school was the fastest I had walked that day just because I couldn't wait to lay down and go home, with my dad of course asking me, 
"Hey kid, you looked okay this morning, what happened?"
Honestly, I had absolutely no idea what had happened. So I just said
"My bus driver took a couple rough turns this morning and it flipped my stomach upside down."
Once I got home it really hit me how bad I actually felt, I literally got home and laid straight down and didn't move for a good hour. My stomach sounded as if it was churning. During that time I looked at my phone, my mother had replied to my text I sent her about me not feeling well, she said:
"You're probably just tired, try to hang in there for a couple hours."
So I texted her back explaining how I felt and that I didn't feel I could've made it a couple more hours. Suddenly the phone rang with the caller ID "Mom" lighten up bright on the screen. Oh shit. I thought. I'm about to get yelled at. Well she didn't end up yelling at me on the phone, She told me what to eat, to take it easy, to drink a ton of water and think of anything I needed so she could go out and get "sicky food" for me. Before the phone call ended I thanked her and reminded her I loved her and once again told her to have a good day. It was about 9:30 AM, and I was home, I had nothing really to do, but I wasn't going to sit around feeling sorry for myself all day. So of course I texted some of my friends. Well I actually texted Jamie when I was in the nurses office saying "You'll have to tell me how English is." Since today was supposed to be our first day of our English class together, wow that happened didn't it? Haha, it didn't. But I texted Taylor and Angie reassuring them that I got home and I was safe, because hey, I didn't want them to be nervous all day that I was still dying in the nurses office. I began wondering what I should do, So I texted my friend J.D, he has a pretty flexible schedule so I figured he'd be able to reply, and he did! His advice being
"Eat some soup you fag."
So I of course told him. "I don't like soup you queer."  

We always call each other those names, some friends its bestie and bae, well for us it's fag and queer, sometimes accompanied with babe, dad and princess. It's really all dependent on our moods. Then he began freaking out over me not liking soup.

10:00 AM: J.D complaining about wanting subway, me complaining my stomach hurts.
10:30 AM: J.D telling me he asked his friends dad to bring him subway.
10:35 AM: J.D mentioning subway for the millionth time, Me reminding him that, oh yeah, I DONT LIKE SUBWAY. J.D not caring.
10:50 AM: Me ignoring J.D until he shuts up about his subway.
     Basically it ended up being me ignoring him all afternoon on accident because I got too caught up on the buzzfeed app doing all of the quizzes on there. Damn I love that app. You know, if I was in high school musical, I'd be Gabriella, which means I'd basically be my favorite character in my favorite movie, WHICH HAPPENED TO MAKE ME VERY HAPPY. Yet the quizzes saying let me guess your age always said I was a male in my late fifties. Okay well I'm a female in my late fifteens so I guess that's close enough. Once I got done with most of the quizzes I actually went on another one of my favorite apps to cure boredom. Quiz Up, It's basically you choose a topic and go against people in the world for the catagory you choose. So basically it consists of me going on there and playing the same high school musical topic for like 3 hours straight. When the topic first came out I ended up at number one then gave up for a while and near the end of August wanted to get my title back. And let me just say. Around 1:30 PM that afternoon, I did. I was number One in the high school musical catagory for my state. (insert smirking emoji.). It was a pretty big deal.
        Once that was over I checked my texts and actually found out from Jamie that I wasn't actually the only person who went home from school, apparently a bunch of people did with the stomach bug, which helped me in the fact of
"Hey maybe I'm not going mentally insane."
Which I wasn't.
         Once my mom got home, she shortly soon left to get me some Sprite and Bananas and Apples because she was making me do the brat diet. Bananas, Rice (I don't like rice so she didn't even try to make me eat it), Apples and Toast. Along with the Sprite to help my stomach stay sane. But honestly, by the end of the night I didn't feel any better. I feel stronger and non dizzy or claustrophobic, but my stomach still killed and I still felt icky all around.
         Later that evening I received messages from Jamie, basically it was her threatening me saying that she was worried about me in English and this and that, well A) I thought my text was pretty self explanatory, and B) I thought she'd see Angie or Taylor (preferably Taylor) in the hallway and they'd tell her. That didn't happen and I didn't blame her for being mad at me, I would've been mad if I were her too.
      That night I actually ended up taking my shower early and going to sleep around 8:30 PM because if I was going to make it to school tomorrow, I was going to need sleep.