Vanished Part 2
Posted September 13th, 2013 by Tiara
September 13th, 2013
Here's part 1----> http://www.kidpub.com/story/vanished-989140766
“Convulsions.” “Possible autism.” “Low birth weight.” “History of medical issues.” Those very words paired with my son’s name haunted me. I sobbed in the waiting room as Alexander played with toys and stuffed animals. Right there in the pediatrician’s office Isaac had some type of seizure again, back to terrifying point A.
“You’re normal.” said nobody ever. Twisted. Irregular. Or just silence. Silence hurts the most. Silence is violent. Silence makes everything louder. Silence is terrifying. Silence is abysmal.
Lots of people think that I don’t know why other people avoid me but… I do. I ask for the very thing I fear. At one point I could be perfectly normal. At the next, I could be screaming for what looks like no apparent reason. But there is a reason. I believe there is a reason for almost everything.
“G’morning Isaac, g’morning Alex.” Mom smiles at us, but I can feel her fear, anxiety and fatigue- it fills the room all the time, but no one else seems to notice it. Her face is pale, cold and tear-stained, all because of me- nobody cries about someone perfectly fine unless there’s some sort of conflict or absence. Alex and I eat breakfast in silence.
I swallow my epilepsy medication, I take my white backpack and leave with Alex. My mind is hyperactive right now. Pale faces crying, voices screaming my name, and everything is shaking violently. I cover my ears and scream, an attempt to silence…
I could tell from the moment Isaac woke up that he was going to flare up again. I can tell when he reads people’s emotions, but Mom doesn’t, or just doesn’t acknowledge it. I know when he reads my facial expressions, even though he tries so hard to hide it.
There my brother was, coiled up and unconscious. “Oh God, what should I do!?” I take my phone out of my pocket and dial 911. “Unconscious. 127th street by the gas station. Isaac Oliver Bentley. Alexander James Bentley.” I already hear the sirens. When I was younger I always thought sirens were annoying. Not anymore.
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