A brother and a sister.
One is the captain of the hockey team in a small town while the other aspires to be the best figure skater out there. But what happens when they cross paths after a year of being apart, and everything has changed.
One doesn...
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| Annalise Walton |
"Can You Save Me?"
I bit down on the inside of my cheek, as I tried to stop my foot from tapping on the ground. Aiden was on one side of me, while Oliver was on the other side of me, looking through some messages on his phone, not bothered by the business of the doctors office like I was. He was calm, just like Aiden was, while I was the one that was freaking out.
"Aiden and Annalise Walton?" someone came out of the many attached hallways, and I felt my entire body freeze, while my two brother stood up, making me look like an idiot. "Ana, you coming?" Aiden questioned, as he picked up his crutches, while he stared me down with a frown on his face, but I just still couldn't move.
I hated doctors offices, and hospitals, but I could deal with that. This, I wasn't so sure. I had been a star figure skater, and I had never once shied away from the million cameras and eyes that were on me, while I so small, in the center of the ice. But, for some reason, I couldn't get my body to cooperate.
"Hey Aid, why don't you go in and get settled, and I will bring Ana in soon, yeah?" Oliver was quick to come up with a solution to my brother that was staring down at me with a million questions in his eyes. I knew I was being stupid and pathetic. I was being such a bad person towards my brother, when he had done nothing but comfort me while we had moved into this new lifestyle.
He had been nothing but great, while I had stolen all of the spotlight of care away from him. I took a deep breath in when my brother turned his back on me and started to walk away on his crutches, but that still left Oliver next to me, watching me with careful eyes. "What's wrong?" that felt like a loaded question that I wasn't sure I could answer right this second.
It felt like someone had punched through a mirror, while they stood around me, trying to poke me with the broken pieces. Most people wouldn't have an issue with the doctors office, but when your mother tries to tell you that everything goes wrong when you see a doctor, and that people can nearly die from going in there, you truly start to believe her.
When she starts telling you that your siblings had to go see a doctor, and that they died because she couldn't get them out of there in time, and that you were the reason she missed her last goodbye, you start to believe her, because what child is going to say no to their mother, the same mother that they have always wanted to be like, until she realized that her mother was no mother to her.
Or maybe that you had to hobble yourself to the medic at a ice skating rink, with a broken toe and sprained ankle, to be told that your parents had been called, and that you should be fine; that you were lying. Later on, your parents would find out that you didn't skate at all and could hardly stand, and told you that you were a wuss and should have done better.
So, I just shrugged my shoulders at my brother, unsure of how to tell him that my fear of doctors, stemmed from the way that I was told that they were bad people. Deep down, I knew that it wasn't true, but somewhere in my heart, this panic was always going to sit there and prevent me from being like every other person, that could just walk in there.
