~Aspyn's POV~
My first day at my new school was a success! I think. I made a friend. Well actually we met at support group, but that still counts, right?
I start my journey home with my heavy backpack thrown only over my right shoulder. As I walk out of the school I hear a group of kids laugh at me. I know one of them, Rose, Imogen's ex-girlfriend. Imogen never told me she was gay. Why would a sweet girl like Imogen, date someone with a cold heart like Rose.
As I hear them laugh I can't help but break down inside. Be strong. Don't show them you are weak. My mother told me that if I ever feel like I'm targeted or bullied or feeling down, that I should give my self pep-talks. I walk with my head down until I'm out of sight. My house comes into view. Finally! I'm so exhausted. I have senior year after this; oh, how I wish I didn't.
I unlock my front door and enter my comforting home. "Mom," I shout.
I make my way to the kitchen. There isn't a note so mom has to be here. Anytime my mother goes out before I get back from school, or anywhere for that matter, she leaves a note. Always. "Mom?"
Again, no answer. "Mom?!" I start to panic. "Mom!... Mom!" At this point it wasn't even a question. I run all around the first floor of my house—kitchen, living room, guest bedrooms—I even check the two downstairs bathrooms. I sprint upstairs, shaking frantically. "Mom?"
I run into the room closest to the landing. The master bedroom, in which I find my mother passed out on the floor—motionless, still, pale— "Mommy," I cry. I bend down and cradle her head sobbing. What do I do? What do I do? Oh, right check for a pulse. I check for a pulse. She's still with me. I get up my face red covered in tears and sweat. My fly-aways, from my messy ponytail, stick to my face. I run to grab my phone and dial 9-1-1.
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It's 11:18 P.M. I want to go to sleep so bad, but I need to know that my mother's okay. I'm sitting in the waiting room; I look down at my shaking hands, my knuckles are white because I'm squeezing my hands so tightly together. I look up for a brief moment and see someone that I recognize. "Hey, Miles," I blurt out.
"Yes."
He turns around and looks all over the room, trying to find out who called his name. I wave, smiling at him. He walks over to me. "Aspyn, right?"
"Yup."
"You're a very good observer. What are you doing here?"
"Oh you know, I came home from to school and my mother was passed out on the bathroom floor." I say trying not to cry.
He must see the hurt in my eyes. "Hey, come here." He pulls me into a tight hug. I normally wouldn't let a "stranger" touch me. But we'd met a few times, plus he's a nice guy.
"So, what are you doing here?" I ask when I have managed to collect some of my cool.
"I'm here to meet my nephew, my sister just had him a few hours ago, but that's not important." He sighs, holding me tightly to his chest. There were tears threatening to spill from my eyes again. A few did. He rubbed small circles on my back as I gasped for air. I just had to let it all out into his chest. I didn't even care if any one thought I was obnoxious.
My older brother, Dawson, and my dad run in, right after I let all of the tears pool out from my eyes.
"Aspyn, how is she? Who's this? How long has she been in there? Is she going to be okay?" My dad asked a lot more questions than that but I didn't care to listen.
