Broken- An Adopted By Jizzie Fanfiction [Completed] [Book One]

Chapter 29: 2 A.M. Talks

#Callie's P.O.V#
I'm having a panic attack.

I manage to push Rachel away. I need a place to sit down. I need help.

"Callie?" I don't know who it is. It's all blurry and spinning.

"Guys! Lizzie, Joel! It's happening again!" Another voice I can't make out.

"Crap! Sit her down!" Another voice unknown.

I feel my knees start to tremble, signalling they are about to give out. I sit on the ground, well, I fall to the ground, landing on my knees.

A figure comes near me. "G-go! Don't touch me!" I scream. No. I need help.

"Callie, lay down. Breathe. I know it'll be hard, but please, try."

I lay down. I close my eyes and tuck my knees up to my chest. I start to think of other things, which slowly brings me out of the panic attack somehow. I don't really know how.

I open my eyes. I can see clearly, I can breathe.

I look up at the group of people looking at me. Lizzie, Joel, and Amelia are right by my side.

"Callie... are you okay?" Amelia asks.

I nod. I sit up, taking deep breaths. Amelia, Joel, and Lizzie help me up, holding onto me when I stand up to help me balance.

Great. Now they all think I'm weird.

We decide it's time to go home, so we all pile into the van. We sit in the same spots as before.

We drive home, nobody really saying anything in the van. Once we are parked in the driveway, we go inside. I immediately go to my bedroom.

I flop down, face first, onto my bed. I lay there for a minute before grabbing my phone and checking the hate.

There are pictures from that girl we saw, but instead of the caption saying something nice, it was making fun of me.

I honestly want to die. I want this crap to end. I don't see why I get targeted this easily. I thought my life would be perfect after getting adopted by Lizzie and Joel, but nope, it got worse. I mean, I love my life here, but the hate is overwhelming, I doubt it'll ever end.

Even though it's only 7:00, I'm really tired. I lay my head down, closing my eyes.

I drift off to sleep, dreaming about the hate. Well, dreaming is a bit wrong. It's more like, having nightmares.

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I jolt awake, shaking and sweating. I look at the room, seeing Amelia, Rachel, and Colleen asleep. I pick up my phone, it's 2 in the morning.

I slide Amelia off my arm and get up, heading to the bathroom. I sit on the floor, my head is throbbing in pain. I'm super hot, and the bathroom floor is cold so I lay down, yes, on the bathroom floor.

Once I feel cooled down, I stand up. My head doesn't hurt as much as it did before, so I can actually stand without feeling like I'm dying.

I walk to the sink and splash water on my face.

I grab my phone from the bed and sit down. I get bored of all my apps, but there's one I haven't checked. Twitter.

I sigh, opening twitter. At this point, I can't even see what other people tweet. I know, I could try to block people, but when I try, more appear.

Tweet: GO DIE, COW! WE DON'T NEED YOU ON EARTH. DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!!

Tweet: What's worse then dying? Seeing Callies worthless, ugly, face!
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Reply:100% TRUE! She should actually die tho.