The cold chilly wind swirled in circles collecting snow to add to the small tornado. The temperature just below freezing point making flurries fall from the white sky every few minutes. A small bricked building sat on the field, a parking lot in front and a pair of glass doors showing the light illuminating inside. A lit up sign saying 'Clinic' was on top of the roof.

I was sitting in a small room on one of the two chairs that were placed next to the heavy wooden door. Next to the chairs was a desk with cabinets above and in front of me was a metal bed with white sheets placed on top. From where I sat I could here the sound of the nurse's shoes clicking down against the tile flooring. The noise was going in my direction and the closer it got the faster my heart sped.

Shivers ran down my spine repeatedly. Why did everything have to be cold and white in a hospital?

The doctor's office was never my favorite place. Heck! Who would even like to go to the doctors. It always meant there was something wrong with ya'. The last time I was here it was because I broke my arm from accidentally falling down a flight of stairs. When the doctor was directing me to take an X-ray scan, with every step I took the more horrific it seemed people were moaning in pain, others crying or panicking.

The whole scene freaked me out and ever since then I would try and steer clear of the doctors every chance I got. But there were some exceptions I would allow and one of them were now.

The reason i'm here? Well it's a short story. A really short one. But if I knew the news I was about to be delivered I would have rathered not knowing.

13 hours ago….

I woke up in a irritated mood, the alarm clock kept doing the same annoying ringing sound over and over again, for the past ten minutes. I already tried ignoring it but last night I thought the only way to get myself out of bed was to put the alarm clock on the other side of the room. Big mistake. I didn't want to get up to press snooze.

It's just too far away.

The same old telephone ringing sound came again this time louder than the last time. "Ugh…" I moaned and threw the blue comforter to my left and swung my legs to the right over the side of my bed.

Oh, how I loved my full feeling carpet. It was a tan color and over an inch thick. My toes dug deeper into the fluff and I welcomed the feeling.

My twin sized bed was up against the wall and on the right side there was another one. Instead of a navy blue blanket it was black with green and red stripes. I share a room with my baby bro, though he acts more like a scientist in a thirteen year old body. He takes high school classes too so you could guess that pretty much makes me the youngest.

I'm fifteen years old and i've been teased my entire life. It didn't matter if I was in school or not, having interests in video games, comics, and movies won't get you very far unlike my older sister Maddie.

Maddie's sixteen so is her twin, and there has been enough times where you could mess up who's who. But Maddie signature style is wearing her blonde hair in a ponytail and having glasses.

I'm actually kind of happy that i'm not the only one in the Rooney family to wear glasses. I just wish it wasn't Maddie, she's a star athlete. She shouldn't have to worry about her sight during a game. Anyways… Maddie is just cool and popular, she knows how to stand up to bullies. Too bad none of the bullies she beat up were the ones that made me a victim. I guess that never really mattered, she's my sister and I have to love her no matter what. Right?

It's cool in all, having a big family I mean. But there's downers to it, like for as long as it's been it just seems natural for my mom, Karen, and my dad, Pete, to not give as much attention as everyone else.

I shook my head. Those thoughts always led me to the beginning of depression. I've tried steering clear from that since the day I could think.

When I was eleven and my sister, Liv, who's an amazing actress left for Hollywood, I was sad for a long time until I realized my parents would start giving attention to me. Well that's what I thought anyways… Four years later Liv came back and the spotlight I wanted from my parents just worsened ten folds.

I huff out an annoyed breath of air. It's time for school anyways. "Get up little man! Time for-" I cut myself short when I notice he's gone. "I guess the little brown haired scientist forgot to get me up. That's okay. I needed a little more sleep anyways." At the last word my voice dropped down to my throat.

The feeling of forgetfulness weighed down in my gut and as soon as I felt it I pushed it out of my system.

I smile getting out of bed and put my black rimmed glasses on. Today was going to a good day, easy and relaxing is what i'm rooting for.

I took only two steps before my sight turned fuzzy and black spots started popping up. I put my hand to the yellow painted wall to keep my balance and rub at my eyes.

A wave of headaches and nausea hit me next and the beating in my ears go from minor thumps to a hammer repeatedly putting a hole in my skull. I grit my teeth in pain, I prayed and prayed it would be over soon. Barely registering that I put my other hand to my lips that had suddenly numbed and it quickly spread to each part of my body.

I tried switching from one leg to the other but my muscles tightened up refraining me from moving. The feeling in my stomach made it like I was on a rollercoaster going upside down. A moment later it was all gone. There was no more numbing or a sickening feeling, it all just disappeared leaving me in a state of frantic trying to breath in as much air as I could. It was like gold to my lungs the heavenly air surrounded me and the blurs of light disappearing as if it never happened. I shook my entire body to see if my muscles would tighten and stared down at the floor in complete shock.

What was that? It hurt like crazy for a second but then vanished the next second. Should I tell my parents? This could be more serious than I think, I nod my head to agree with myself.

Slowly walking down the steps into the living room and making my way to the kitchen, ignoring the television that was set on the news. Something about flurries later on? I went to open the swinging door but stopped when it opened an inch.

"I don't know what to do about Joey." I tipped my head to the side at the sound of my mother's voice.

Where's everyone else?

"What do you mean?" That answered my question as I heard my dad's voice and a small fight in the distance of the kitchen. I think it was over who get the waffles first.

"I mean, he's been laying around for days now and has slept through his alarm clock more than once." My mom hardly sounded worried it was more of an irritation.

"He's a teenager, what do you expect from him? All teenagers are night owls." I put my hand to the door, I don't know if I should feel touched that my dad is sticking up for me or offended since i've been going to bed at seven o'clock in the evening for the past week.

"Yeah, but… his grades are going down too, and his attitude towards us is dwindling. Dwindling." She repeats the word to emphasize her point.

The sound of Liv's voice perked me up, "Come on you guys. Give him a break. With everything that's going on and me n' Maddie setting up our futures, maybe… Joey's just having hard time finding his."

I wasn't one to swear. Hell! That was Maddie's area, but I won't sit here and let them talk about me when half the things they're saying is false.

One, I had joined so many after school volunteering and clubs I could get a free ride to college if I wanted to. Number two, I was gonna grow up to be a Robotics service field technician. Number three, I have been getting twelve hours of sleep a night. So there is nothing they should be talking about.

"Yeah Liv's right, but what about his obsessions over cats and comic books. I mean that can't be healthy." Maddie sounded just like our mom, concerned but annoyed.

I already wasted ten minutes of my day and I don't plan on missing anymore.

I slammed my foot down and quickly pushed past the swinging door, trying to zone out the faces staring at me. I walk over to the granite island and take an apple from a brown bowl.

I look up to smile at Parker then spin around on my heels and slowly walk out of the kitchen pretending not to hear the voices that picked back up when I left the room.

Now that i'm back in my shared room I move to the wide wooden dresser sitting in between the beds and take out a pair of blue jeans, a black t-shirt with a picture of a robot and a brown zip up sweater.

After getting dressed and throwing on a pair of black converses I headed back down stares to start the day.

In the rush of the morning I forgot to tell my parents what happened when I woke up but after they're little talk s'morning I was more than pleased to just shrug it off and if it did happen again I would just go to the doctor.

Downstairs I found everyone freshened up and their bags pulled over their shoulders. Great. I made them have to wait for me, again.

I skipped the last step of the stairs and faked my joy as I smiled at each one of my siblings and greeted them 'good morning'.