Torn inTwo

In the split second that I was still partially aware of my surroundings, I glanced at the clock. 11:30 am. I was not going to make it to the store. Charlie was going to have to find his own dinner tonight. With a cry, I collapsed onto my bed, allowing the pain to rip through me.

"It was a crippling thing, the sensation that a huge hole had been punched through my chest, excising my most vital organs, leaving ragged unhealed gashes around the edges that continued to throb and bleed despite the passage of time. Rationally, I knew my lungs must still be intact, yet I gasped for air and my head spun like my efforts yielded me nothing. My heart must have been beating too, but I couldn't hear the sound of my pulse in my ears; my hands felt blue with cold. I curled inward, hugging my ribs to hold myself together. I scrambled for my numbness, my denial, but it evaded me."
I forced myself to breathe deeply, to calm down and relax, and slip into some form of sleep. I knew Charlie would say more about seeing a head doctor if he realised how much trouble I was having sleeping. With one last steadying breath, I curled into myself tighter and tried to let the night take me. It must have worked, because suddenly, everything went black.