... I can’t stop myself from thinking of what happened back then… it was like I was going to die, and it was painful. I felt myself becoming weaker and I was nausea. I tried putting my head on the cold floor, but nothing happened, I felt worse if that could be possible. I got up knowing it was a bad decision, but I had to tell them how I felt, also I heard him in the hall so I knew that if anything was going to happen he will be there for me. But as I opened the door to tell him that I felt sick my vision became blurry more like it was darkening, and then…I don’t know what happened from then…all I know is that I woke up from a dream (? I don’t even know)….on the bed with her beside me and trying to wake me up. I was confused, and I couldn’t hear well at the beginning but I knew they were worried sick, I could see it in their eyes. I was still weak, cold and I couldn’t get myself to stop being afraid. I didn’t know what happened, I was afraid, afraid that I would let myself get consumed by that darkness that overwhelmed me…they told me what happened : I opened the door and told him that I was feeling sick and then I just fell, they thought I tripped, but I just didn’t get up. I was unconscious. After I heard, I tried to remember something that could help me, I never in my entire life fainted moreover like this, but all I could remember was me opening the door and…blank…it was frightening me, and as I think of what happened I still am…and I think I still will be even if they will try and sooth me. I know I scared them, but I scared myself much more…
