Today's my 14th birthday and I feel horrible. You would think that on one's birthday that they should feel amazing. In fact better than amazing. They should feel like they can punch a person square in the face and get away with it.
"CAL! GET! UP! YOU'RE GONNA BE LATE!"
Sigh. I guess I'm not that person.
I got up, but not cause I really cared about being late. School's not for me, it's just a waste of my time. I mean they act like I'm actually gonna go to college. No, I got up because I had to pee...
I walked into the kitchen and opened the medicine cabinet.
"Hey mom where's the Advil?" I asked holding onto the counter, not trusting my weak feet to hold me up. She was sitting at the table, looking extremely distraught. The way she always looked when she was working on a new book.
"You know that I don't buy that stuff. You have no clue what they put in it."
"Medicine?" I muttered clutching on tighter to the counter.
She looked up from her papers. "Oh my gosh! Sweaty are you alright?"
Many things happened just then that time seemed to have slowed down.
I felt my legs buckle from underneath me, my eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I was falling. I heard a distant sound screaming. I wanted to reach out to them, be held, and told that every thing was going to be alright. But I couldn't be so sure.
I could tell that I was drifting in and out of consciousness. I could tell because it seemed like every few minutes I would here noise, lots of noise. And every time I came to, it seemed like there was this constant humming in my ear. It was really annoying. I didn't want to be bothered, and I knew that if I dared to open my eyes the noise would grow louder. The humming in my ear was becoming more fluent, like a language you knew but didn't actually know how to speak it. Wait, a language? Was that annoying sound someone talking?
Ugh! I couldn't take it anymore, it was as if the longer I kept my eyes closed the louder they got. Ok I would have to risk it, I just had to open my eyes to see who the person was that was obviously drinking two 5hour energy's a hour.
I slowly opened my eyes.
"She"s awake!" He yelled.
I looked over at the man. He was wearing pale blue pants with one of those lab coats you see scientist wear. Of course, I would get the one doctor that made his patients feel worse. My head throbbed in time with his words.
"Excuse me, Doctor?" I innocently asked the man. I was getting more tired. I felt as I was drifting back out of consciousness. The man was still talking.
"Doctor?" he didn't stop is jabber. He looked as if he was hyperventilating. Was he ignoring me?
"YO DOC! SHUT UP!" I yelled, although immediately regretting it from the response I got from my sore head.
"She's awake?" he seemed scared. Why was he scared? I saw him reach for something. Something silver...was that a needle! What was he gonna do, stick me? I realized I was shaking. Maybe the needle was for my health. Maybe I'm diabetic. Which ever one I was, it didn't seem to matter to him, because he quickly rushed over, and jabbed me roughly with the needle. Squirting the green liquid into my system.
My vision was fading. Where was my mother? What are they going to do to me? Millions of questions were streaming into my mind as I quickly plunged into complete and utter silence.