When I`m Gone
I start to gasp for air and cough really bad.
“Honey are you ok”, my dad asks running over to my side. I start to shake my head yes but realize that I can’t breathe at all, I mouth to my dad no call 911 can’t breathe. He runs over to the phone to call 911 and I was thinking great just before winter ball I have to go to the hospital people already think I`m a freak enough. That’s all people think that I’m anorexic, that I’m a freak and have an eating disorder but the truth is the doctors don’t know what’s wrong with me. I have been to almost fifty specialist and about half of those all think I am perfectly fine the other half thinks I’m a freak. The next thing I knew about five people were rushing towards me saying it was going be ok.
I woke up in a dark room with my father sitting next to my bed.
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