10. Realizing
Once again I opened my eyes and looked confused around. This wasn't a place I knew. It was too clean, too white and too sterile. I saw and IV coming out from my right arm, and my arm was covered in a bandage. I knew where I was, and I didn't like it. I looked around and saw no one. Was I dreaming once again or was this really happening. I felt my head hurting and then a nurse came in, and without even realizing I burst out in tears. I didn't want this I wanted to go home. This wasn't right. I shouldn't be here.
"Gabriella how are you?"
I shook my head. I didn't want to respond. I didn't want to be here at all.
"I'm sorry to tell you this, but you have PTSD.." She was about to continue when I cut her off. "I'm not sick I don't have Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome."
"It's an anxiety disorder, there isn't anything wrong with it. It is normal that something like this happens when you experience a terrible accident, like you have."
I wasn't really listening to her. "How did I get here? Who brought me?"
"Troy did." She told me and I felt the anger rushing over me. "He did what?"
"He did what he thought was best for you, and he was right to do that. You aren't well."
I cried harder I never thought things would come this far.
"And we have given you some painkillers, you got a smaller concussion when you fainted, oh and we needed to close your wound with some stiches as well."
"Great, just great."
The nurse left as Troy walked in. I didn't want to look him in the eyes, so I turned to my left. "I know you're mad." He told me.
"You're right I am, you had no right to do that. This has nothing to do with you!"
"It has because I care about you, and I can see you aren't well."
"Ding ding ding, you got that right. Because I lost my brother for God's sake, but I'm not sick I shouldn't be in here!"
"Brie you can deny it all you want, but you need this. Too much have happened to you. You aren't acting normal."
"You don't know what's normal! You didn't know me before any of this happened!"
Jake walked in and so did Sam and after him came Lena. "He's right Sis." Jake said. "This isn't you. I have never seen you this angry before. You used to be happy."
I cried harder. "It's okay. You'll be fine." Sam told me. And I shook my head. "I miss him!"
"So do I Brie, but we can't let it control our life. We need to move on, it has been too long. You need to let go, before this tear you completely apart. You aren't yourself and I miss you."
"So do I." Lena said walking towards the bed. "I've already lost a brother I don't want to lose my sister as well."
"I'm not crazy." I said aloud, but I think it was mostly to assure myself.
"Of course not." Troy said. "You just need some help, some help so you can move on."
"You know seeing a psychologist have really helped me." Lena told me. "It'll be good for you, I promise you. No more nightmares, no more anger, no more mood swings, no more denying what happened, but dealing with it instead."
I looked at my arm as I felt the pain in my head and I knew it had gotten too far. My concussion and my head hurt because I had had that stupid nightmare once again.
Later my mom came to my room. No one else was there just the two of us. "Have I changed?"
She looked at me, and I knew the answer just by looking in to her eyes. "We all have sweetie, an accident like that will always leave some scars that will change you, but the thing is you haven't learned how to live with those scars yet, you are denying them instead, and you need help so you can learn how to live with them. You aren't sick, you really aren't. But look at Selena, look how far she has come since we moved here. You need to talk about what happened, because if you don't I'm afraid of what might happen to you."
"For how long do I need to do this?"
"That's all up to you sweetie. As long as you need it, but remember it isn't a shame to see a psychologist." She told me and I nodded. " Troy didn't do this to hurt you, we should have realized this a long time ago. And the reason he brought you here was because he couldn't wake you up after you fainted and the blood kept running from your arm."
I nod again. I don't know what to say anymore. I'm trying to take all of it in. I know I've been trying to hide my feelings for too long. It was easy when I was with Troy, but I guess since he left me everything came crumbling back down. They were right I knew they were, but hearing it out loud made me feel terrible. Like I was dissapointing all of them. And that was the reason I knew I needed help. I needed to do this not only for me but for them as well, because it was hurting them too.
Hope you like this chapter and have liked the story, but I'm sorry to announce there'll only be 1 chapter left. I hope you can live with that?
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