I'm standing in Wal-Mart. My mom is right in front of me talking to a group of people from school and myself. We are standing by the food and clothing section. For some reason I just remember I was getting made fun of for no reason at all. I run as fast as I can. I am carrying my pillow and it contains my blanket, Donald's shirt and his hoodie, along with a box or something inside of it. I am trying to run away from the agony of being made fun of. The emotions running threw me are all associated with the feelings of sadness and low self esteem. I then run over to the food section but for some reason it's on the other side of the store right by the registers even though the frozen foods were where we were before. These shelves have Gatorade on them. I remember when I was running into those isles I look back and see my friend Jessica staring at me. But when I looked back it was blurry. I was running for my life throughout the isles. I wanted to hide. I tried a little closet but it was too crammed. I ran through the back where there is plastic strips hanging in front of the door way that says employees only. I don't recall where in the story but some point I remember the parking lot of Wal-Mart, wet from rain, and crowded. Next thing I know I wake up in pain and agony holding two Gatorades blue and red, and some other stuff. I am currently in pain and wake up to my mother and another girl hovering over me. My mother says what happened. I said I don't know. I remember getting up and looking for Gatorade but it was in the next isle over and it did not look like any where missing. Then I am lying back down again. My mother says "Can someone call the ambulance?" The girl by who I do not remember says "I'm sorry I made fun of you I should not have." I remember my mother walking out but I had to push the door while I was on the gurney. My back hurt bad enough that it caused tears to generate in my eyes. They put me into a car for some reason. I remember then crawling into the hospital. It is a very little room. Maybe the size of a living room that's it. "You're the mother right," the hospital nurses say. I reply with a simple "yes". They then ask me "Can the mother walk." I simply reply again "Yes." A nurse escorts me down the hall. I walk in pain to a monitor. I had to pass three little itty bitty cramped rooms with a patient in the first and in the third room. The third room had an old lady with blonde hair laying down talking. The nurse told me to turn the monitor to audio. I sat there bowed my head to get the strength to stand. My back was hurting me and so was my neck. I stand there and look at the screen. The nurse turns it on audio and then my mom comes right up behind me. "Mom I'm in pain my back and neck hurt bad" I say while tears start to run down my tan soft skinned face.