this chapter includes a sensitive topic towards then end, please take note.
don't say I didn't warn you
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I don't know
I start hyperventilating as the officer walks closer to me, "you alright?" the officer asks
I shake my head "I-I, I can't do this" I mutter, struggling to breathe
"It's alright" Cynthia says, rushing to my side and rubbing my hand,
She looks to the officer, "can you come back tomorrow?" she asks, well it's pretty much pleading
There's an awkward pause then the officer starts to speak, "I suppose, tomorrow around noon I will be back" he says and walks out
I close my eyes, trying to control my breathing, "it's alright" I hear Cynthia say over and over again.
They must've given me some sort of drug to put me to sleep because next thing I know it's morning.
I open my eyes and look around, "morning!" Meemie says happily
"morning" I say, smiling at her weakly.
The door opens and then Cynthia walks in, "hey honey, they want you to go out around the hospital today. You feel up to it?" she asks with a concerning tone.
They want me moving around? This early? I literally just got the procedure like two days ago!
holy crapper drapper
"Uhm, I guess" I say, twiddling my hands, the bandage on my side catches the corner of my eye and I frown,
My brain rewinds and I'm brought back to the classroom, the pain in my side, the gunman standing over me, my face gets hot and I just want to scream.
I want to scream and kick and thrash and cry. Maybe they should've have let me die.
If I were dead then I wouldn't have to deal with any of this, the officers, the neverending pain, the odd looks from Meemie and Cynthia.
I would've been better off,
dead.
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helluuuuuu, sorry that this chapter is so short, i've been running out of time to write.
between APUSH (the final is may 10th and i'm gonna fail), math (failing that class as well), school in general, my mom's getting on my a$$ bout everythin' ,
sooooo i'm trying to write, i swear, but it's a struggle, sorry for any inconvenience!
byeeee!
-Alecxander Blu
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All The Unknown
General FictionTraveling through the turbulent waters of life, it can get overwhelming. Then throw a life or death situation into the mix. It's all very hectic.
