Really? I think to no particular entity, Another migraine? How is this even fair? Sometimes I just wish I was normal. Now I am just complaining to myself. I feel a cold hand stroking my forehead and massaging my temples. I instantly recognize the colder-than-life touch to be that of my favorite entity, Ana.
"I'm sorry, sweetie." She says, sending a sympathetic smile my way, "This really isn't my fault. I swear. I would never do this to you. You have to believe me."
I check to make sure I am the only one within hearing range before I answer. "Of course I believe you, Ana! You are the only one who absolutely NEVER lies to me. I know this isn't your fault."
I stand up, aching all over. My hands and feet are sore from God-knows-what, and my eyes sting slightly as open them fully for the first time this morning. I wander towards the kitchen and take some Tylenol. I know it probably won't help anything as usual, but there's no harm in hoping. I down the pills with some coffee and look around trying to find the watermelon. My mom likes to save space in the refrigerator by turning the temperature in the house way down and putting the uncut watermelon over an air conditioner vent. Ana and I had come up with a new diet plan for me since I can't count calories so much with my health problems and my family watching me so much. I am going to eat only watermelon for as long as I can manage and drink tea and coffee. Its not quite a fast, but its really second-best to one. I cut a piece of the melon I finally find into cubes and place them in a bowl and meander up to my room, bowl in hand. I set the bowl down on my bedside table and that's when the attack hits.
All of the sudden it feels like my chest is being ripped apart. I gasp for breath as pain envelops me. I let out a scream which shakes my whole frame, causing the pain to spread to my back and shoulders. I throw myself onto the floor. My eyes are clenched tightly shut, and I feel my body writhing in pain, trying to find some angle which will cause me relief. Somehow, I suddenly recall something that a girl I know who suffers from a similar, unidentifiable condition told me helps her when she has similar attacks of pain. I fumble around in blind desperation, slipping on a pair of shoes and bolting down the stairs and out the door. At first I try walking around my entire yard. I gradually have to increase my speed to accommodate for the adjustment to the pain level. After several laps, I have broken into a full-out sprint. I know I can't out run the pain, and suddenly as if my body is agreeing with me, a new rush of pain surges through my chest and threatens to tear my body into pieces, crushing my ribs in the process. I literally cannot breathe at this point. I start to stumble, and the next thing I can tell I am on my hands and knees next to the swing set in my back yard. Shaky, shuddering breaths pull at my lungs, and I start to see my vision fading. my fingers lace into the grass as I attempt to stay upright. A final gasp finally breaks oxygen into my throat and my diaphragm snatches wildly succeeding in grabbing the precious air into my body. Then, as suddenly as it hit me, the attack is over. I am still aching all over as I walk back inside and call my mom's cell phone to tell her what happened.
I hang up the phone and look at Ana, who has been following me frantically this entire time. I sighed and began to say word that scared us both. "I have a doctors appointment this afternoon."
