Hello. My Name is Broken

Chapter 2

Today is my first day of seventh grade. I am pretty happy to see my friends again, but I am scared. I am now in junior high. And what if something happens - all my friends turn against me, which means the rest of my grade is against me, which means eventually the whole school will be against me. I hear someone wheezing and realize that I am breathing hard now. 

This happens often. I think about horrible things and then I just can't stop. Thank goodness my best friends, Ellie and Bella, came over to see if I was okay. 

Ellie handed me my inhaler and rubbed my back while Bella took out one of my pills. Every time I have a panic attack, I have to take these pills. Once I was calmed down, we walked together to our lockers. The two of them were right behind me, which was good. 

I put everything away and headed to first period. I freaked out because Ellie and Bella weren't in my first period. What was I suppose to do? I had to find someone in my first period who could help me. I started breathing hard again, and, this time, Ellie and Bella weren't there to save me. As I saw the world around me get darker, I could hear the voices of my classmates circling around me and a siren in the distance.

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I woke up to find myself in a hospital room. I looked around and saw Ellie, Bella, and Jason. Jason is also one of my best friends. He too carries my pills and inhaler with him everywhere. They all sat there and spoke to me, but their voices were inaudible due to the constant ringing in my ears. By the time the doctor came in the ringing stopped and I could hear everything once more.

"Hello," the doctor said. "I am Dr. Smith." I nodded, but still didn't say a word. 

"Can you tell me your name, birthday, and age please," Dr. Smith asked.

"Uh, sure," I said. "My name is Carly, I was born on July 7th, 2003, and am 12 years old." I hear all of my friends sigh in relief.

"How long was I out?" I asked. Everybody's faces went pale. Jason finally spoke up and whispered,

"Over a week." A week, I was out for more than a week. 

"We thought...," he said stopping. "We thought you went into a comma," he continued softly. 

My face too became pale at the thought of a comma. But not for the same reason. My friends were afraid they would never talk to me again, never see me again. My face went pale because of the idea that had popped into my head, and it wasn't a good one.

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