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    Forever Young – (Chapter: 7 Twists and Turns)


    I felt crowded.  All my emotions coming out at once.  The feeling of someone suffocating you could be described this.  Or when your sick and your nose is stuck.  Your entire face just feels swollen and bloated.  Thats how I felt in my entire body.  I was aching and there was  no way to heal it.


    “I won’t let anyone hurt you, alright Angel.”  Spencer said in a strong voice.  She used her old nickname for me and I cried some more.


    All I needed was for her to hold me.  And thats all she did. 


    I don’t know when but at some point I must have fallen asleep.  I woke in a dark room very disoriented.  My heart started to pound and my ears rung.  I tried to escape but stopped at the last minute due to the soft body next to me.


    “Angel baby its alright.  Your okay.”  Spencer’s sleepy voice said to me.  


    “Where am I?  Wheres my sister?  What Happened?”  I Asked franticly, searching from left to right as if I expected answer to come flying out of the walls.  Once again I started to take fast shallow breaths causing myself to feel lightheaded.  


    “Shhhh”  Spencer shushed rubbing circles in my back.  “Your at my house, in my roon, on my bed.  Ok”  I nodded. 


    “Whe-”  I tried to ask again.


    “Kyla’s in the living room with everyone else.  You passed out how are you feeling?”  She asked her face close to mine.  The steadiness of her breathing was helping me and I took deep breaths getting the oxygen to my head.  


    “I’m ok.  But my hand hurts.”  I groaned.  Only now did I notice the freshly wrapped palm.  I flexed, and could feel the pull of stitches.  They must have dressed it while I was out.  


    “Do you want me to get you some kind of medicine?”  She asked me.  I nodded mutely.  Spencer smiled and kissed me lightly on the head.  She then got of the bed and walked to the door.  


    Now that I was out of my panic ridden state I was finally able to take in my surroundings.  Spencer’s room hadn’t changed a bit.  It was still baby pink and lavender.  I got up on shaky legs and started to circle the room.  My eyes took in what they could in the dimly lit room.  

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