"Are you okay?"
I hate that question. It makes no logical sense to ask that, when the person you are asking is obviously going through hell.
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Losing her mom was one of the biggest obstacles in her life. Sum...
As I lay in my bed I can't seem to fall asleep. The pain in my ribs have suddenly gotten worse. It already hurt when I moved, but now every few moments a jolting pain will shoot through them, and it takes every ounce of my strength to not scream each time. I've been debating for the last ten minutes if I should call summer in to see what's wrong.
Another shot of pain jolts through me, and I decide that it's unbearable and I need Summer. I don't want to yell because my mom is probably asleep. Hopefully summer isn't asleep. I'll just text her.
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She doesn't answer, and I wait a few minutes. I gasp as yet another strike of pain takes place. I bite my lip hard, only letting a small groan escape my lips. It eases down again, and I relax, taking a deep breath. My phone buzzes and I pick it up.
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She's probably joking around with me, but it's really at a bad time. I rub my face, then try and stand. I gasp loudly, the wind seeming to get knocked out of me because of the pain. I groan and force myself up anyway. I walk to her room slowly, using the wall for support. I get to it and nock on the door. No answer.
I sigh and open it. The lights were off. I reach over and turn it on, to reveal that summer isn't there. I stand there, confused for a second. I blink a few times, feeling dumb founded. She never leaves her room at night anymore. Maybe she went to get a snack?
I stare at the stairs, my new enemy. I take a deep breath, and take a quiet step down the first one. I let out a groan, despite my efforts. After about an eternity, I make it down the stairs. I'm out of breath and sweating, but hey, I did it.
I walk in the kitchen and turn on the light. She's not there. I seriously feel like crying. I'm in so much pain, and I struggled all the way down here, and she's not even here. I sit down and burry my face in my hands. This freaking sucks.
Tears sting my eyes, but I force myself to stand. Okay so she's obviously not in the house, so where could she be? I walk around the house, trying to find a note or clue, but I find absolutely nothing. I lean against the wall and slide down it. I again burry my head in my hands.
