Senseless

Chapter 2

The next thing I know I'm in what looks like a hospital room. All white walls, boring paintings of fields and then a random vase of yellow flowers. Typical, I think to myself. I shift my head a bit and see that I have tubes practically everywhere on- in - my body. I shift my head a bit more and see my parents crying to eachother.  After about a minute and a half of awkward sobbing between them, my dad sees that I'm awake. "Hey, kiddo." he says, trying to fake a smile. But I can tell he's scared. There's something about his eyes that scares me.

Just tell me already,  I think to myself. I guess they can hear my thoughts because next thing I know there is a commotion of crying and big medical terms that I don't understand at all. Basically, at eleven years old I found out I'm Patient 182, A.K.A Mystery Girl.

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Fast forward to now, she is sixteen, and hasn't had a relapse of her mystery diagnosis in two years. Ariel's 7, and there is a new addition(S) to the family

Beep, Beep, Beep, Be-

I turn my alarm off. I check my phone, and It's only 6 in the morning. Well I guess it's time for another meaningless day of torment and lectures, I think to myself. When I finally roll out of bed, It's 6:07. I go to my bathroom to wash my face, but of course, there is no Proactiv left.

Darn it, I think to myself. I hope my face isn't too oily. I turn on the shower head and pull off my high-water pajamas from 6th grade. I step in the shower, and make the shower take five minutes, including washing my hair. As I step out I wrap my Tinker-Belle towel around my body and put my hair wrap over my sopping wet hair. As soon as I step out of the bathroom, I am greeted by a toothless Ariel, begging me to play Barbie's with her, but of course as soon as I get her off of my shoulders, I'm greeted by the two year old twins, Marc and Adam, being obnoxious as usual.

I throw on a pair of tight ripped jeans, a pale pink shirt, and my white converse. 6:58. My bus comes at 7:03. I throw my wet stringy hair in a messy bun and take 3 minutes to blow-dry it. I run down the stairs, almost tripping twice and land in the kitchen by 7:00. Just enough time to grab a muffin, my medicine(6 pills may I add), an apple juice and rush out the door.

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As soon as I step out of the bus I see him. I can spot his smirk from a mile away. He walks up to me an gives me a light good morning hug topped with a kiss on the top of my head."Good morning sunshine" he says gently. "Good morning Aidan" We are walking, on the way to Chemistry, our hands linked, when I get a jump on my back. It's Juliet, my best friend since 5th grade. God, I love her to death, but her craziness worries me sometimes.   "One sec babe" I say to Aidan. He smiles an Ok  smile and goes to say hi to his football friends. I pull Juliet aside. "Did you take your ADHD meds today?" I ask her seriously but gently.

"No. Soccer tryouts are today and I need all the energy I can get". She says with her signature innocent smile. Sometimes I wonder if she's still 10 years old. "Juls, you can't do tha-"I'm interrupted by a weird feeling, the same feeling I had on my eleventh birthday. I call Aidan over. "Babe, are you okay?" He asks, concern in his eyes. "Yea but I need to tell you something. I have-"

And everything goes black.