"How long will it last?"
"Three to six hours.."
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Y/N is a strange girl, that's what people call her, "Weirdo" "Mistake" and much more. Her friends backstabbed her, being afraid that they're reputation would get damaged. Her...
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Y/N POV
I quickly sat up while feeling sweat drip on my face.
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What was that dream? No.. Nightmare.. It wasnt long before I noticed I was hyperventilating. I looked up to see Germany starting to wake up. Oh god oh god oh god-
Shit I'm panicking. I quickly placed my hand on my chest, Stop stop stop stop please stop- I was trying my hardest to calm down, I didn't want Germany to worry. He shouldn't waste his time on someone like me.
I kept on repeating the word stop in my mind, but it wasn't working. I sighed.
I closed my eyes, breathe in. Breathe out.. Breathe in.. Breathe out.. Breathe in.. Breathe out..
It was working! It was working.. I felt more relaxed. And it was just on time, too! Germany got up and checked for the time on his phone. He sighed and placed his phone away, while yawning. Hes eyes landed on mine and then he said, "Good morning Ashley."
"Morning-" I said with a scratchy and painful voice. I forgot again, I couldn't speak. "Well, I will ask the nurses if they have any extra toothbrushes I could use" He said interrupting me 'Ok then-' I thought. As Germany left the room, I looked beside the hospital bed to pick up my bag. I was about to get my phone before finding out it was missing.
'Nonono-' I can't loose that phone. I worked so hard for it- What will i do?! I said while looking through my bag
"Are you looking for this?" Germany said while holding up my phone- wait what?
I nodded quickly, I just wanted to have it back. "You'll have it later, me and other countries decided to check it out, just in case."
I nodded but in the inside I was kind of pissed. It's like the feeling of getting your phone taken away by your mother, that is, if I really had one. I was just really bored honestly, there was nothing to do expect from looking at this white wall. What should I do?
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I have been lost in my thought for who knows how long but Germany still hasn't came back yet with my phone. I'm really really bored.
I looked over to my side to see a small white cabinet, with the notebook America gave me, a pencil, and an eraser.
I should draw something, I havent drawn for a while now. I picked up the notebook and started drawing whatever came into my mind. Like characters from games, guns, until I was brain dead.
What else should I draw?
I started to draw myself, my mom, and dad. Actually being happy.
