Strange Stories (MultiFandom Oneshots)

Takostubo Cardiomyopathy

Fandom: OC's Used: Ash (or more known as Golden), Kia, (or more known as Fem)
AU: College AU

  They have lied to you. 

  You can die of a heartbreak.

  It's just not a common thing.

  I was diagnosed of having Takostubo Cardiomyopathy when I was in High school. My emotional stability was so low the smallest of things had me breaking down to tears when no one was around. Someone I loved back then turned on me, and for someone I dearly trusted, it took my heart and threw in through hell ten times and back, each getting worse. My doctor told me although it is unknown for sure, that my emotional trauma and distressing experience would possibly be the cause for my condition.

  People would tell me I'm over reacting, thinking it was misdiagnosed. It wasn't. ECG and a bloodtest, followed by an angiogram, confirming the diagnosis. To confirm the condition, I had a echocardiogram and a MRI scan, the showment of my heart changing to an abnormal shape. As big as my hallucinations go, the facts here proven by another being were good enough for my head.

  Although it was a temperary condition, I still kept my guard up. I was scared it would happen again. I was scared of everything at that point. I was scared next time I would risk my death. My emotions, although hidden from those who would act like they care in front of me, was very unstabled. I was prepared to break at a single conversation to anyone inferior, to run whenever the voices always screamed at me, to yell when my irritability was at its peak with someone. I saw things, felt things, I was paraniod. The time my heart broke just broke me even more.

  I stayed away from people after that. Never letting anyone get close to me ever again. I feared of betrayal, that I might get too close to someone. That anyone I was close to would do a double take. I stayed even farther away from my family, never said anything near my friends, I just stalked chats I use to have been so chatty in.

  Everyone one by one cut ties with me as time passed on, leaving me in the dark like the rest. Even those who've stayed with me the longest. They've all left me, no remorse, just regret of ever being in some sort of contact with me, friend, family, relative, anything,

  I'm in college now, studying for an art degree. I didn't feel good enough for a Bachlors or PhD for a job as a therapist, my isolation with people and mental incompacity would have clearly broken with my job, more or less my study. My lack of motivation lessened my strength to cook so culunary was out of the picture as well, my mentality knowing to not handle pressure well. Art was my next best thing on my list.

  I was doing well in college, handling my grades well, finishing my projects on time, barely had to talk to people except on some projects you couldn't work alone on, which thankfully didn't take too much damage on me.

  I was lucky enough to have a dorm to myself, but I always feared someone new might arrive, so I still kept things in my general area neat and tidy, if you call that one area where the paint is everywhere along with various mediums tidy, for just in case.

  I was a keep to myself gal, I never talked unless picked on the answer a question, or have to collaborate into something, maybe even help someone else out. I never talked otherwise, and I never tried to talk to people or make friends either. It's gotten lonely, but it wasn't any new feeling I've had since Middle School. I kept myself away from everyone, I didn't want to risk it. No matter how small the chance, with my state, I don't think it's as small chance they say if you compare it to others on getting this disease again.

  What was I doing right now? Well, recently I was called to the office to be told I was having a new room mate tomorrow. Of course, me being me, once I politely excused myself the best a naturally angry looking girl can, I continued classes doing my best to not have a break down.