We ran toward the pack house clinic, and I couldn’t remember where it was. It felt like I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t see, and I felt like I wasn't in control of my body. Almost like an out of body experience that completely sucked. I have already lost two parents I can’t lose anymore. Blake was leading me by pulling my hand behind him like a dog on a leash, but I didn’t even notice. Andrew was in front of us with my mother trying to run as fast as he could without her getting hurt with her head moving all around like a bobble head.
It wasn’t long before I heard voices and I noticed I was sitting in a chair between the twins. When the hell did this happen? They were both holding a hand and pushing out a calming feeling that wasn’t helping me. I looked up at them with a blank face to say
