Dear Journal,
I finally had the nerve to tell mom how I've been feeling and she agreed to take me to the doctor. He said that I seemed to be suffering from anxiety and gave me some medication to help calm me down. I hope that it works because I just want to be normal again.
Yesterday, I told my best friend, Kara, about how I had been feeling. I swore her to secrecy. I even told her about the medication I was taking to help me. She thought I was just shy and nervous about everything and I would be fine. That's what mom and dad keep saying—"Oh, she's just a nervous Nellie," but that doesn't explain why I wake up with a knot in my stomach every morning. School's great, my friends are great and I shouldn't have anything to be nervous about. I think the doctor is wrong. I think there's something else wrong with me. Oh, God, I hope I don't have a brain tumor or something. Please just let this all go away. Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and it will all have been a bad dream.
Kara told me that Tommy has a crush on me. Wow, he sure is cute. I'll just think about him and maybe I'll feel better. And I'll take that stupid medicine. I'll try anything.
Good Night,
Angel
YOU ARE READING
The Final Act
Short StoryA chance meeting at an audition brings Rory and Angel together and the magic between them on stage carries over into their personal lives. But Angel is keeping a dark secret which threatens to ruin her relationship with Rory. Will he find out and...
