Will I Survive?

An Attack

The world around me is suddenly going blurry in the middle of finals.
'No. You can't Khloe, wait until after finals.' I think to myself. Of course I had to go into an anxiety attack during the most crucial tests of the year.
Why can't I just be normal like the other kids?

"Time's up!"Principal Hathaway said.

Oh Crap. I only got 30 questions done out of 45.

"Khloe? Are you okay? Do you need anything?" Those are the last words that I hear before the world goes black.

A/N
Time skip 4 hours later.

I wake up to the familiar smell of starch sheets and sanitized air. I hear the familiar beeping of the machine that shows your heartbeat, and I instantly know that I experienced another attack.

"Khloe? Are you awake?" My mom asks. I look up and see her sitting next to my bed with bags under her eyes. I want to ask her what happened but I don't have to to know what happened. How am I supposed to depend on my Mom to tell me that I had another anxiety attack? Exactly. I just can't.

"Yeah," I responded.

"How are you feeling sweetie?"

"Fine." I reply.

"Knock, knock." In comes a cheerful looking nurse holding a small orange bottle with a tag around it that says 'Khloe Ophelia Jenkins'. Oh great. Another medication for me to take. Maybe this one will help, though I doubt it. I see my Mom tearing up and I suddenly wonder why I can't just be the normal child my parents want. I mean they already lost a son to suicide.