Chapter 2

A/N Hello everyone. So before I continue I wanted to apologize for how many typos were in the first chapter, I didn't realize it till I looked it over.

I woke up with a pain in my stomach, I hadn't eaten since the café, that was two days ago. I felt so weak and tiered.

I forced myself to get up and stumbled over to a small gas station that was about 2 or 3 blocks away.
I had been putting this moment off, not wanting to get in trouble or get caught.
But I had no choice.
I went inside and looked around.
I had found a BLT sandwich that looked to be small enough to out with no one noticing.

I slipped the sandwich under my now torn flannel, and headed out the door.
I heard someone behind me yell "OVER THERE SHE WALKED OUT WITH A SANDWICH!"
My panic skyrocketed when I turned around and saw 3 big employees of the gas station walk out.
I'm not much of a runner, but in that moment I faster then I ever had before.
I managed to get a few feet ahead.
I ran onto an ally, and saw a big blue box that had the words Police Public Call Box
I figured it was probably locked, so I ducked behind it, and waited for them to pass.

I waited a few minutes after I heard the footsteps run by.
When I knew it was safe I stepped out of my hiding place.
Reaching for my sandwich I started to unwrap it.
I felt soon dizzy and light headed.
Just as I was about to sit down, my legs collapsed and I passed out.

*flashback*
My head ached, tears ran freely from my eyes.
I remembered the feeling of the treadmill falling on my 6 year old head.
I remember my Mom, Dad, and two sisters gathering around trying to comfort me, even though I could see tears in their own eyes.
They rushed me to the car, and drove me to the ER.
When we got there they did several scans.

After finding out that I had a serious concoction, they started asking me random questions to see of I had amnesia.
"So Jubilee? Who's Spongebob's best friend? " A doctor asked me
"Patrick." I weakly mumbled
"Good job!" He praised.

In that moment it felt like it would never end, it felt like I would be in that hospital forever, but now it felt like just yesterday.
After a few weeks I was acting weird, and my Mom decided to take me to a councillor to see what was going on.
I later got diagnosed with OCD, ADD, ADHD, anxiety, depression, and a bit of anger issues.

My main problem in my life was that I had a extreme fear of throwing up. It often kept me from having fun in multiple situations.
Whenever I would throw up I would act like I would be dying, but even though I annoyed the life out of my parents by asking them questions like "how many sweets it would take for me to throw up? " She stuck with me the whole time.
And with their guidance the fear nearly gone.
*end of flashback*

A/N sorry for the short chapter. Thanks so much for reading!