Muffled voices merged around me – I could only hear fragments of sentences.
The only reassuring sound in the darkness.
I couldn't remember why I was here, or what happened.
I was defenceless, trapped inside a weakening body. I began repeating a specific sentence to myself, blocking out the pandemonium unfolding close to me.
My name is Bailey Wyatt, and -
I pushed the air out of me and started again.
My name is Bailey Wyatt, and today I turned -
I could barely finish; I was afraid I was going to die, but I couldn't go, there's so much I needed to do.
I haven't even said goodbye yet.
I can't die, I won't die. Wake up, Bailey! Wake up!
My eyes ripped open, I struggled to focus on their faces, whoever 'they' were.
"She's seizing!"
All of a sudden, the control of my body was suppressed, and I began shaking violently – as if I was possessed.
The darkness of my mind began to seep in again.
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Under The Weather
Teen FictionAfter losing her friend, Jamie, Bailey refuses to believe that she was just as responsible for Jamie's death and struggles to understand the impact she had on her life. *** In an attempt to become liked and popular, Bailey Wyatt befriends one of th...
