Just Hold Me ~ Norminah

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Normanis POV

I now know what it feels like to have your heart run over by a bulldozer.

In other news I had a physical therapist appointment after I left HER house so at least I could preoccupy my mind for a few hours. Arriving at the creepy office I walked up to the door and walked to the front desk.

"Hello Normani. How does your head feel?" The doctor asked me and I sat down kicking my shoes off. "Getting comfortable I see?" He said smirking.

"Yeah my heads fine everything's fine." I said crossing my legs.

"Okay well we just need to test your memory before I can send you home."

Believe it or not a PT has MRI and cat scan machines. After they took a scan of my brain they sent me home and I went upstairs to my room and cried and cried and cried. I know it may seem lame that I am crying over someone who doesnt love me but let me explain.

The power of love is so strong that it can either destroy you, or build you up. As much as I loved Dinah she did something unforgivable. Where as I did to her. Oh well.

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As I hit the brakes on my car and ran into the school with a physics book in one hand and history in the other and ran into the library. I was late, of course. And the only reason the letting me take the SAT's is because my father threatened to sue the school otherwise. Which is great for me since I've been out of it for 7 weeks. Does he even think?

"Normani your late." My homeroom teacher said. I signed my name down on the paper and she walked me over to my homeroom. Our homeroom went alphabetical... meaning...

"You're sitting with miss Hansen." She said and motioned to the empty sit in the library.

"Cant I-"

"Only two to a table. Sit." She said and I dropped my bag sitting down vertically across from Dinah. She didn't even look up. Owch.

"Alright you will have 2...." I rolled my eyes and Dinah finally looked up sniffling. Her eyes were bloodshot red. What? .... No.

"Di-"

"And no talking!" The teacher yelled. I knew exactly what she was on, let alone how much. She was definitely on drugs. How do I know? Well if you remember my cousin who hit me, the one who had a drug overdose.

"Begin!" He yelled making me jump. I flipped my test over and started.

After the test Dinah shot out of the library like the last Beyoncé ticket was on sale. I walked out slowly seeing as there was no way in hell I would catch up with her, or would I be able to talk to her without beating her up. She sat in her black cadillac with her head back and he hands gripping the steering wheel. She started screaming, from what I could tell, and punching her steering wheel.

I know that were both hurting, but she doesnt know what she put me through.

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"Normani please explain to the group why you feel it is important to love yourself." I put my finger up to my mouth fake thinking. Maybe there would be one advantage to loving yourself.

Dinah.

"Normani?"

"Yes why it is important... Well, its not." I said shrugging with no emotion and smirking at my group therapist.