Amelia had everything- family, friends, a promising future- the sky was the limit. But just like that everything was taken from her. One moment she's planning her high school graduation party the next she's laying on a therapist's couch. It was as i...
"Amelia!" I heard my name being called in the back of my mind. Suddenly I felt a rush of air fill my lungs like a surge of electricity striking a tower. I inhaled deeply, awakening from my flashback that pulled me under.
"H-how... how long w-was I gone?" I struggled to ask.
My hands were out stretched to keep me steady. I searched Aralyn's distressed face for an explanation, all I could find were tears. A pang of dread smack me in the chest. I hated it when Aralyn would catch me in the middle of an episode. I mean, that's what my doctors called them. An episode involved me losing track of my real surroundings, and would place me in a random memory depending on the last clear thought that ran through my mind.
According to Aralyn, who had unfortunately witnessed me experiencing one, my whole body would go still to the point where my eyes aren't blinking. My body is lifeless like I had fallen asleep with my eyes wide open. Luckily for me these inconsistent episodes had lessened over the years. That is until now.
I instinctively wrapped my arms around Aralyn. I needed to assure her that everything was okay. It's one thing to go through an unresponsive episode, but to actually watch someone experience one; it was a completely different kind of fear.
"I'm okay. Everything's okay," I whisper. "How long was I out?"
My jumbled nerves slowly calmed when I saw the light blue sky outside our window. I couldn't have been out for too long since the sun was still hanging in the sky.
Aralyn pulled away to wipe her eyes and nose. "About ten- fifteen minutes," she answered. "Did you not hear me calling your name?"
I shook my head. "I'm sorry."
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"No, don't apologize. I know you can't control them." She finished composing herself before standing up.
As a part of falling victim to the inconsistent episodes, it also caused me to forget all conversation prior to the event. "What were we talking about before?"
Aralyn hesitated to answer. "We were talking about your interview with Dr. Broderick." She pulled her laptop onto her lap. "And how you should totally sleep with him." The old Aralyn was returning.
"Okay I know I have a hard time remembering things, but even I know we were talking about that," I laughed.
The rest of the day moved on like usual and before I knew I was already preparing for the week ahead. I was lucky enough to have finished my English paper, whereas Aralyn proceeded to watch another season of The Office while consuming two large bowls of popcorn and a bottle of soda. She really was the queen of procrastination, yet she always managed to hand in her work before the deadline passed. One of the many unsolved mysteries about her.
I placed my wet hair back in a clip after I stepped out of the shower. Patting myself dry with a towel, I heard a knock on the door that made me jump.
Aralyn spoke through the door. "Mia, your phone is ringing." Who the hell is calling you at eleven at night on a Sunday?
