Essay Short Story : ' The '
I felt strong arms lift me up and put me on my makeshift bed. I just laid there shivering. When I finally drifted off into a dreamless sleep it had been a few hours later and I had stopped trembling, only then had I noticed who pulled me out of there, Mike. I know I can count on him. I turned to face everyone else in the room and you could cut the tension in the air with a knife.
Amanda was the first to speak or shout in this case, “What was that?! It sounded like you were dying in there Suzanne! We had to have Mike kick down the door because you wouldn 't open the door when we knocked! What is wrong with you?!” I gave her a glare, and I turned to Patrick who looked a bit worried.
“Are you okay Suzanne?” he asked concerned.
“Yes, I’m fine,” I smiled at him. He smiled back and walked up to his bedroom. “Can everyone else please leave? I need to talk to Suzanne alone,” Amanda said calmly to everyone else. Everyone else left the room looking at me worriedly.
“What do you want, Amanda?” I bit out.
“I want to know what your problem is! First you go all psychotic and now you’re hysterical and in shock! Make up your mind as to what you want to act like!” Amanda hissed at me.
I looked at her in disbelief, “Amanda, are you okay? Because I am seriously doubting your sanity and your intelligence,”
“You 're doubting MY sanity and MY intelligence! I just saw you have a freaking seizure and you 're doubting ME? I think you need to get your…