Don't Forget Me-Matthew Espinosa

Chapter 11

Mckenna's POV

The room felt as though it was spinning, but I wasn't moving.

I stood there, feeling nothing.

The sounds around me were muffled.

No thoughts in my mind, except one.

Something that I would never even imagine.

The thought of my little sister having cancer.

I wanted to say something, anything, but no words would come out.

My body, frozen in ice.

My mind, running wild.

Someone wake me up. Anyone. Just so that I know this all a dream.

No. It's reality.

My body shaking.

"McKenna."

Matt screams, "MCKENNA!"

"What." I reply barely a whisper. Still staring at the blank wall in front of me.

"Are you okay?" He questions.

"Am I okay?" I say at a normal tone.

"After all this, you're going to ask me of I'm okay?" My rising by the second.

My eyes still plastered to the wall.

"Well, yeah. It's a lot to process." He responds.

"What do you think Matt? You think I'm okay? You think think after all this I'm gonna be totally okay?" I say now screaming.

"Wrong! I'm not okay. No one here is going to be 'okay'. No matter what they say! After hearing this, my world will never be the same! My little sister has leukemia, Matt!! Leukemia! This is not okay!" I shout, right before running out the door.

***

All I'm doing is running.

Running to my house from the hospital.

Running with stained cheeks and wild thoughts.

All I want are my blades. This is too much too handle, and they release my pain.

I'm jogging up the stairs to my front door.

I go for the knob and push, but it won't open.

"Uhhhhh!" I groan, loudly.

I kick the door out of frustration.

"Why?" I scream while I throw a punch to my brick wall.

Again,

And again,

and again.

Now I'm screaming as if I saw a person get mudered.

My knuckles, split open with blood running down my hand.

I slide my back down my brick and sit there, staring at the floor going into my own little world.

Surrounded with greatness.

No horrible people.

No problems.

No worries.

Nothing.

"What are you doing?" I hear a voice say.

I slowly turn my head to see who it is.

What is he doing here?

"What? Why are you here?" I mumble.