tori's pov
"you're never going to amount to anything you stupid slut!" carson yelled at me
i cried as he continuously kicked me in the rib and i could barely breathe. i was already an asthmatic so i was way passed being able to breathe. a bruise was already developing on my face from where he hit me earlier.
my legs were sore because he raped me the day before. i was stuck in a situation i couldn't get out of and i didn't know what to do. i had been dating carson for a year and he decided to start abusing and raping me.
i managed to text my friend alecia for help and she sent police. the police arrived and put him in handcuffs and took him to prison. alecia tried to calm me down because i was hysterically crying.
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i woke up in a cold sweat and i couldn't breathe, i reached for my inhaler off of my bedside table. i started crying because of the dreadful memory. carson was in jail but it doesn't mean he was gone for good.
i still tried to breathe but i couldn't, it was 3:00 a.m. but i knew i needed to call someone. i picked up my phone to call brandon.
"hello?" brandon asked
i was choking into the speaker on the phone
"tori what's wrong?!"
"i— can't breathe." i managed to get out
"i'll be right over, hold on."
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brandon barged through the door of my house and lifted me up to put me in his car. he held my hand for comfort.
when i got to the hospital the nurse immediately put me on a gurney and shined a flashlight down my throat.
"her throat is closing, she needs oxygen!" the nurse shouted
as soon as they put the iv in i drifted off to sleep and hoped i'd wake up.
i woke up and i had a breathing mask on that gave me oxygen. i could finally breathe, i looked over to see brandon holding my hand tightly.
the nurse noticed i was awake and she touched my arm with a concerned look on her face.
"we thought we were going to lose you hun."
"what's wrong with her?" brandon asked
"if you do not know already she has asthma and already can't breathe well. she had an asthma attack and it was triggered by a panic attack. we have to take some x-rays on her lungs, to figure out why you had this bad of an attack. did you take your inhaler?"
"as soon as i couldn't breathe i took my inhaler but it didn't help."
"i just hope that there isn't something wrong with your lungs."
"you need to get some rest though sweetie, we will do your x-rays later."
"do you know why you had the panic attack?" brandon asked
"a story for another time."
"i'll be okay though."
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"so the x-rays came back, and it looks like your left lung is severely damaged. and it's full of fluid."
"we can help a little bit with the fluid, but your lung is too damaged. so it looks like you will only have one functioning lung. if anything happens to your right lung your body will not be able to get oxygen, and there is a chance of death if the right lung becomes too damaged. but it looks like your right lung is in good condition and you should have nothing to worry about. but i am terribly sorry."
"oh my god tor, i am so sorry."
"it's okay brandon, do you by any chance know why my lung is damaged?" i asked the nurse
"it looks like some form of body damage mixed with your already severe asthma."
"did you get hurt at all in the past few months?"
"not that i can think of."
"because it looks like some sort of trauma happened about a year ago. the trauma has caused your lung to not get enough oxygen. and your lung has just been slowly filling up with fluid and damaging its self."
"i can't think of anything that would of damaged my lungs."
but in reality i know exactly what damaged my lungs, it was the constant physical abuse from carson. i already couldn't breathe properly, and carson damaged my body where my lung started to deteriorate. from the many times he hurt me and i couldn't breathe, my lung didn't get oxygen in properly.
i was terrified that something would happen to me and my right lung wouldn't work anymore.
