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<blockquote data-quote="kid A" data-source="post: 1567756" data-attributes="member: 11757">Eleyna RobertsonIt would be lying to say she didn't feel a little better having gotten some of this off her chest.&nbsp; And Gabe had been really great about trying to comfort her, considering what was on his plate.&nbsp; But Gabe just didn't understand what it...&nbsp; what she was causing.&nbsp; &quot;Gabe, look...&nbsp; you don't get it.&nbsp; I'm a complete mess!&nbsp; And I'm messing up everyone's life around me.&nbsp; My parents...&nbsp; they've got all... all these medical bills to pay now...&nbsp; the specialty doctors aren't covered by their health insurance.&nbsp; I've...&nbsp; I had to start seeing a psychiatrist.&nbsp; Th-They keep warning me to keep my stress levels down - I've had to stop extracurricular activities, I hardly see my friends anymore...&quot;They were within sight of the mall, but she didn't feel like she could drive the distance safely.&nbsp; As she was talking to him about it, the pain began to grow again.&nbsp; Head throbbing, she felt as though her body was going to explode...&nbsp; only that would have been some measure of relief.&nbsp; Eleyna was at the point of another breakdown.&nbsp; She pulled the car off the road, into a parking lot of some used CD store where she put it in park over two spaces.&nbsp; It had begun snowballing and there was no way she could stop it now.&nbsp; &quot;Everyone keeps telling me...&nbsp; my parents, my friends...&nbsp; they keep telling me it's gonna stop - only, y'know, it never stops!!&nbsp; I-I start to think...&nbsp; I start to feel like I'm...&nbsp; like I'm okay, and then I start hurting again, or bleeding again, or I pass out from a migraine.&nbsp; Gabe, my parents...&nbsp; I've heard them fighting...&nbsp; th-they're so... so stressed about the money, I'm just...&nbsp; they...&nbsp; I'm just causing all th-these problems and they never seem to stop!&quot;&nbsp; Tears were falling, uncontrollably, down her cheeks.&nbsp; Unaware, Eleyna clutched her abdomen with her left hand, pressing down on the armrest of the car with her right to alleviate some of the pain in her stomach.&nbsp; Her body ached as she sobbed, and she just wanted to be finished with this...&nbsp; she wanted it to go away.&nbsp; &quot;Please, Gabe, help me!&nbsp; Please make it stop!&nbsp; I don't want this anymore!&nbsp; I can't do it anymore!&nbsp; Please make it go away!&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="kid A, post: 1567756, member: 11757"] [b]Eleyna Robertson[/b] It would be lying to say she didn't feel a little better having gotten some of this off her chest. And Gabe had been really great about trying to comfort her, considering what was on his plate. But Gabe just didn't understand what it... what [I]she[/I] was causing. "Gabe, look... you don't get it. I'm a complete mess! And I'm messing up everyone's life around me. My parents... they've got all... all these medical bills to pay now... the specialty doctors aren't covered by their health insurance. I've... I had to start seeing a psychiatrist. Th-They keep warning me to keep my stress levels down - I've had to stop extracurricular activities, I hardly see my friends anymore..." They were within sight of the mall, but she didn't feel like she could drive the distance safely. As she was talking to him about it, the pain began to grow again. Head throbbing, she felt as though her body was going to explode... only that would have been some measure of relief. Eleyna was at the point of another breakdown. She pulled the car off the road, into a parking lot of some used CD store where she put it in park over two spaces. It had begun snowballing and there was no way she could stop it now. "Everyone keeps telling me... my parents, my friends... they keep telling me it's gonna stop - only, y'know, it [I]never[/I] stops!! I-I start to think... I start to feel like I'm... like I'm okay, and then I start hurting again, or bleeding again, or I pass out from a migraine. Gabe, my parents... I've heard them fighting... th-they're so... so stressed about the money, I'm just... they... I'm just causing all th-these problems and they [I]never seem to stop![/I]" Tears were falling, uncontrollably, down her cheeks. Unaware, Eleyna clutched her abdomen with her left hand, pressing down on the armrest of the car with her right to alleviate some of the pain in her stomach. Her body ached as she sobbed, and she just wanted to be finished with this... she wanted it to go away. "Please, Gabe, help me! Please make it stop! I don't want this anymore! I can't do it anymore! Please make it go away!" [/QUOTE]

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