Disturbed Mind (Sequel to AYRT?)

Chapter-9

I sat in my class as Mr. Carlile went on about whatever psychology is about. I started getting bored until he said something that cought my attention.

"Posttraumatic Stress Disorder, or PTSD, focuses primarily on the way that the mind is affected by traumatic experiences. It is as if the thoughts and feelings at the time of the traumatic event take on a life of their own. Take war for example; many of those soldiers are known to having PTSD because they've seen things others have not and have been in life threatening situations. An other example is being apart of a car crash. You might not have been hurt but you still fear for your life when you get in a car because those memories are so real." He explained.

"What about people who have witnessed a tramatic event? Is it possible for then to get it even though they weren't in it?" A student near the front raised her hand. I think her name is Hannah.

"That is a very good question. It is possible for someone to have PTSD by even witnessing a tramatic event but not all ways."

"So in other words, it's like a 50/50 chance?"

"More like 1 in 100 chance." He said. The bell rang signaling the end of class. Every one filed out of the class and I stayed behind a little longer taking my time because I have lunch next hour so I'm in no rush to sit in the bathroom and not eat. "You know the mind is a complicated sorce, but it's easy to spot when something is troubling it." Mr. Carlile said as he looked up from his note book. I frowned my eyebrows because I didn't know what he was talking about.

"What do you mean?" I whispered.

"I mean you have something on your mind and I can tell." He whispered back with a smile tugging at his lips. "So what is it?" He asked sitting back in his chair.

"I just don't want to go to lunch. I see no need to go there if all people are going to do is just laugh and call me emo." I said as continued packing my stuff.

"You're welcome to eat here if you'd like. I have lunch too so all I do is sit here and listen to music." He said turning to his computer. "Any thing you'd like hear?" He glanced up at me from the screen. I shrugged not really caring what he listen to. He nodded and pressed a few buttons then I heard Coming Undone by Korn.

"Nice choice." I said as I sat a little closer to the front to see the bored to take the notes down.

"You like Korn?" I nodded. "Well i guess that makes me an awesome teacher." He smiled. I laughed and rolled my eyes. "Hey a teacher can dream right?" He laughed. We fell in to a comfortable silence as the music played in the background. I stared drawing random things in my book for fun and I started to zone out and think about the past and how fun it was with my parents.

Every Wednesday for dinner we would go to Buffalo Wild Wings just for the hell of it. We where suposed to go that Wednesday when I got sick but, I got sick. Jesus if i didn't get sit they would still be here and we would be getting Bdubs this Wednesday and all would be good. But if i didn't get sick then I wouldn't have met Kellin and if I didn't meet Kellin then i don't know if I would have ever met him. He's the love of my life I wouldn't change that for the world.

"Vic? What have done?" Her voice, it can't be, can it?

"Mom?" I called out as I turned around.

"Victor, did you get in to mommy's make up? Oh my god. What did you do to your brother?" Am I dreaming again? I looked to where my mom was looking and I saw 3 year old me and 2 year old Mike sitting on the bathroom floor.

"I made him pretty momma." I said.

"I see that... Michael go by daddy and get cleaned up, Vic, didn't I say not to tuch my stuff?" Little me nodded and handed her the makeup brush. I smiled at the little memory and saw that Mike looked like a clown with all types of greens and blues on his face. My dad thought it was the most funniest thing on the planet, he even took a picture of me and Mike with his face still full of make up.

As quick as it came up it went away and I was now in our old kitchen. My mom was at the stove cooking her and my dad breakfast while my dad was sitting at the table. They looked older but not by alot, maybe a few years or so.

"Boys you're going to be late for your bus!" I remeber this day it was the day I got sick. No, come on haven't I had enough today?

"Love you Mom! Bye Dad!" Mike yelled as he ran out the door.

"Mike wait up!" Young me yelled as I ran down the stairs after him. I was weezing really bad that day.

"Victor, mijo make sure you have you inhaler it's a really bad asthma day." My mom said as she handed my dad his plate.

"Okay mama I gatta go! Love you guys bye." I weezed as I ran after the door. Next I was standing outside on the football feild with my gym class.

"Okay boys today we're running the mile. I expect you all to do it under 20 minutes. Do your best boys and don't stop unless you need to." My gym teacher smiled as he lined us up at the starting line. I was weezing more than I was you this morning because I was out side longer. He yelled for us to go and we all took off. I was half way through the first lap when i started slowing down. I watched my self as I held my chest trying to steady my breathing.

I felt my chest tighten up because I knew what was going to happen next.

"Pick it up Vic! I know you can do it, lets go!" My eyes shot to my teacher. I watched as I picked up the pase a little more. In a blink of an eye I was back at home and heard the phone ring.

"Hello?... Yes this is her.... omOh my god what?... Y-yes we'll bee there as soon as we can..." My mom said before she hung up the phone.

"Who was it?" My dad asked.

"The school. Vic is in the hospital he had an asthma attach." She said quickly getting her keys. My dad quickly got up and followed her to the car. Next thing I know I  was sitting in the car with them. My dad was driving and my mom was praying. My chest stated hurting even more as they aproched a green light. As we crossed it a car came out of nowhere hiting us on the passenger side. I was now out side of the car staring at the scene infront of me.

The car that hit my parents was in a building upside-down and my parents car was crashed in a light post. No!

"No no no no no no! NO!" I fell to my knees and just held my chest.

"Vic?" I was back in the class room I  couldn't breath. I held my chest and weezed trying to take deep breaths, but it was hard. "Vic!" Mr. Carlile said as he came to my aid. "Hey just try to breath."

"I-I.... I-" I cut my self off and pointed to my bag that was in the back he looked confused until I made an inhaler looking motion with my hands. He nodded and swore under his breath as he ran to my seat. He came back and dumped everythi g out in front of me and grabbed my rescue inhaler and held it up to my mouth. I took a few puffs and went back to taking deep breaths.

After a few minutes I started to regain my breathing and I broke down. I couldn't shake it I just saw that. But why?

"Why would a god do this?" I chocked out as I cried. Mr. Carlile hugged me as I cried hader. "Is he even real?" I said in to his shirt.

"I don't bud... I don't know." He whispered. He pulled away and went to his entercom botton and pushed it.

"Nurse's office." I heard the lady say.

"Yea I have Victor Fuentes-Way here and he had a mild asthma attack and I just wanted Mrs. Jackson to come down and check on him." He said back.

"Okay we'll send her down and notifie his partents on what happen." she said and tha was the end o that conversation all I did was cry until the nurse got there.

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Lots of things went down in this chapter... So do you guys think Vic has PTSD? Let me know in the comments

-Sofia