My eyes were heavy and I was barely awake.
She called.
"Mommy?"
"Hey honey. How is everything."
"I'm good I'm just going to bed."
"Did you take anything?"
"Yes, mommy."
"We're on our way home."
I forced myself to get up and walked downstairs still butt naked. I dug through the laundry basket for pants and a shirt. I threw on my star wars joggers and a matching shirt.
A few minutes later I'm laying on the couch with my parents and Kayla's mom, Charlotte, around me talking about what to do.
They ended up driving me to the hospital. Mom stayed home to get some clothes and other things for the hospital.
Dad rushed me in. People held doors open for him. I was coughing and dizzy. I could barely see.
It registered in my head that I was dying.
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Catching Hannah
Non-FictionI sat on the roof with my Spanish homework in my hands when he called. "Mikey? What's up?" I asked. We got talking. I cried. I cut. An hour and a half later and I'm laying in a hospital bed with doctors and nurses rushing around me. This is my true...
