I'm Not Okay (rewrite)

Chapter Twenty-Two

I wake up to a knock on my door. I pry myself from Bob's grip, and open the front door.

"Anna?" I say in disbelief.

She trips over the rug. "Hey Caroline! How you feeling?"

"I'm alright. I'm dating Bob now, and I'm on anti-depressants. Speaking of which, I should probably go take those." I step aside to let Anna in, and walk into the kitchen, grabbing my pills from the counter.

I take two with a glass of water while Anna searches through the pantry.

"Don't you have any doughnuts?" She asks.

"Nah bruh. Mikes and Claire are fucking health freaks." I say.

"Wanna split an apple with me?" I ask, grabbing a red apple from the table.

"You freaking health freak, I wanna doughnut. When did you start eating healthy? This isn't acceptable. We're going out later to get candy and shit"

"Fineeee. Let's walk to Wawa."(if you don't know what Wawa is, it's like a gas station and little shop thing. )

"YAY! JUNK FOOD!" Anna exclaims and runs outside, not waiting for me to catch up. I run to catch up with her and we get to the Wawa. Anna grabs handfuls of assorted crap, from bags of chips to packages of doughnut holes. We somehow manage to carry most of the food back to Mikey's place, but we drop a bit of it on the way since there is just so much of it.

We hide the junk food in my room and pig out on it.

"We're fat and alone," I say.

"No shame in that," Anna says, finishing off the last bag of Doritos. Bob walks into my room to alert us that it is time for breakfast. Even though we aren't hungry, we go downstairs to see a breakfast of whole wheat toast, eggs, organic strawberries, and skim milk.

"ARGH HEALTH FREAKS!" Anna yells in exasperation. I poke skinny midget Claire in the ribs, and ask her if she has any plans for the day.

"Actually, I do. You're going to the doctors again, so I have to take you."

"Why am I going to the doctors again?" I ask.

"Your baby... When you have a miscarriage, the baby doesn't just disappear. You have a dead baby inside of you." I feel my heart sink. I get bad tunnel vision, and my ears seem to stop working. My stomach becomes upset instantly, and I feel like I'm going to pass out.

"Help..." I mouth, and I feel strong arms wrap around my shoulders. It can only be Bob.

"Hey, hey, its ok. Let's get you some water." He says. I slowly nod, and Bob hands me a glass of water, which I drink.

"Thanks Bob."

"No problem. We do need to go now, though." I sigh, and all of us walk out to the car.

After the way-too-short drive, we get to the hospital. I'm taken to a small room that's set up the same way it would be for a c-section. I guess that's sorta what I'm getting, so its appropriate. They hook a bunch of needles and shit in my arms, and a nurse walks in.

"Ma'am, we'll be starting soon. Would you like anyone in the room with you?" There's only one person I want in here right now.

"Bob please."

Moments later, the blond man enters the room.

"Are you ok?" He asks. I shrug my shoulders, and he takes my hand.

"Ok, we're starting. This is going to be like a normal c-section, so you'll be awake the whole time. We have anesthetics in your system already, so you shouldn't feel anything." They put a little screen-sorta-thingy in front of my face, so I can't see what they're doing. I don't think I want to see this anyway.