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"How dare you?"
"How dare you? I got it from you, only the truth hurts, so now get out of my room before I show to the world what a despicable human being you are," I said.
She looked straight at me but she didn't even see me. She picked her back on my desk and walked out of the room, her high heals clacking against the floor of the corridor.
My heart seemed to stop. I grabbed the desk and put my hand on my chest. I tried to focus on making my heart beat again. I would have fallen on the floor if my father didn't catch me. Now both Alex and Amy were looking at me from the corridor. I had trouble to breath, I had too many thoughts turning in my head, I was hyperventilating. My father took me to sit on the bed. Alex entered the room and empty the large envelop of it's contain.
"Here, breath in here," he said handing it too me.
I made my face half disappear in the paper envelop. My head was spinning, my heart was aching.
"It's just a panic attack," Alex said, "You'll be all right, Amy has them all the time and she's still alive."
"That's not even true," Amy said.
I wanted to laugh but I couldn't. I couldn't stop thinking about what my life was going to be now that my mother was out of it and what if she was right.
"Is it your first time?" Alex asked.
I nodded. My father was holding be and looking at me but he hadn't said anything yet. I didn't even know which one he was, was he mine? Was he Michelle's? Was he the one who had invited my mother here? Or the one who had tried to help me keeping her away? My life was such a mess. I though coming here was going to make everything better but apparently it was quite the opposite. Now, on the top of blacking out, I was having a panic attack which felt more like a heart attack.
"I'll go get your mother," my father said.
That answered my question. I grabbed his sleeve, there was no way I was letting him go to her now. It had been hard enough to tell her what I had to say. She would ask for an apology, or she would just completely reject me. I didn't need her now, I didn't want her now. So I hung into his shirt until I could voice it. It was her fault if I was in this state, hers and only hers and I wanted her as far away from me as possible.
"I don't want to see her," I said.
"But I'll have to go take care of Jonas, Sabine has plan for the evening," he said.