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I groan as I try coming to my senses. Where am I? My head is pounding, and I go to soothe my aching head, but feel something on the top of my hand. I open my eyes, instantly blinded by the lights. I blink a few times beginning to take note of my surroundings. An IV is in my hand. This isn't my room. Am I in a hospital? NO! My dad is going to literally kill me. I need to leave now! I hear a rapid beep, noticing the monitor next to me going crazy. A lady quickly walks in giving me a warm smile, dressed in light blue scrubs.
"Honey, I'm going to have to ask you to stay calm," She says softly, eyes filled with concern, "I think you had a panic attack. Can you tell me what happened?" She asked.
"N-No," I say instantly.
"It's okay now honey. You can tell me."
I don't know this woman and I can't tell her anything or my dad will be furious.
"I was just...stressed. I promise," I half-lie.
"Okay," she replies.
'I can't trust anyone,'
"You also have a visitor," she says and I instantly tense. What are they going to do this time? I know I can never escape them. She gives me a smile before exiting the room, closing the door softly behind her. I sign enjoying this moment of peace, even if it's for a few seconds, it's still better than none.
I hear and knock on the door, feeling anxious once again.
"Come in," I say ready to get a lecture about my behavior. The door opens revealing Xander. What is he...? Then the memories instantly flood back, like a title wave. Oh god, I had a panic attack in front of him. Why him of all people?
"Hey Emilia," he says sitting in the visibly uncomfortable chair, next to the bed.
"Hi," I breath, barely audible. Did he bring me here? Why does he care this much?
"Uh...I didn't...didn't make you pass out, did I? I called my mom because she is a nurse here and she told me to bring you here. I...I uh...did I make you have a panic attack, Emilia? If I did I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, so please don't lie to me," he says, his face etched in worry with a pleading look in his eyes. I turn away from him, my gaze fixated on the sheets on top of me.
"No, it wasn't your fault. Sometimes I stress too much over the smallest of things," I partially lie. It's not his fault. It's my family's fault. "Wait...What time is it?" I say in a slight panic.
"Woah, um, it's 8:45 at night. We can call your parents if you want to. It might be a good idea for them to know you here," he says, beginning to stand up. It's almost 9?!
"I need to get home, now," I say, gripping my hair. What are they gonna do now? They might think I'm sneaking out or rain away again.
"Emilia? What's that on your arm?" He pauses, taking in a breath, "Did you do that to yourself?"
I look and notice my sweater rolled up a bit to expose my ugly scars. I quickly push it down, before crossing my arms.
"It's nothing."
"Really? Am I supposed to believe that? Stop lying and let us help you!" He fires back, his voice rising slightly in an angered tone.
I instantly cower in fear, clinging to the sheets. I didn't mean to upset him, the thoughts of my father coming back to me. "I'm s...sorry. Please don't hurt me," I tremble in fear, knowing this might make it worse. I wait for a blow but it never comes. I hear him sign, but remain the way I am.
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Long Sleeves are my Friend [Complete]
Teen FictionEmilia Stone is a Junior in high school who is just trying to get through her year. She struggles with her day to day life with first having her mother leave unexpectedly and an abusive father and brother. She has never wanted friends after the inci...