The End of the Road

Redundant

It's been a few days since the war, and I have no idea what's going on with Harry. He keeps telling me that he wants to hang out more often after school. He's putting his arm around me during lunch, and I know I missed something, because we weren't talking a few days ago. It's weird, almost like I lost a whole day of my life (it has happened before).

 I guess I've been a little distracted lately.

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Technically, I'm not allowed to say much to Katie right after she has an anxiety attack.

 Her parents gave Allison and I a whole presentation about her anxiety. She really only panics when there's something that's REALLY bothering her. (Everything else can just go suck a butt) What usually triggers the memory loss is a nose bleed. If her nose bleeds when she's panicking or crying too much, she can get dizzy, and not think straight, and could even end up in the hospital from too much anxiety.

  I care about her, so I'm trying to convince her to hang out with me (Just to be a little closer, the I'll ask her again when she's perfectly sane). She doesn't seem to convinced, and I don't know what to do. We are having a spring dance at our school soon, but she doesn't really go to the dances. I'm not sure if she wants to go, even with me for that matter.

I haven't spoken to Allison . She has tried to talk to Katie, but Katie has been a little bothered lately. I think I scared her.

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I heard Katie had an anxiety attack. (Harry told Greg, and Greg told me.) I was hoping to talk to her, but I have to follow "procedure".

I have been hanging out with Greg. I kinda like him. He's ... okay. 

I want to clear things up, but how? She had a fricking attack, she won't pay attention to what I'm saying. And if she does, she'll pay too much attention, and have another one. I know that Harry'll understand, but Katie could kill me (and end up killing herself in the process). She looks like a harmless little cinnamon roll, but she has a whole lot of problems.

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Throughout the entire Tuesday of this new week, Harry has been carrying my jacket, talking to me about my books, and he's been drawing some nice pictures for me. People in the hall have been glancing at us, (they do that all the time, but more than the usual now.) and I know I have to talk to him about what the hell is going on.

I was walking down the main hall when a dreaded voice caught up to me.

Hi. It's me again.

Get out

Ugh, rude.

I have more important things to deal with

Yeah, I know. I'm your freaking brain, I know what you're thinking, dumb-ass

Shut up