and it gets worse
I went downstairs to use the bathroom before going out, and my cousin started going on about why did I have to use that bathroom instead of my own. She knew it was because I have some weird quirk with using the bathroom when people are in my house. Anyways, that was it ... that flicked the switch. I grabbed my stuff and ran out of there to right in front of the elevators and began to bawl and say that I couldnt do it anymore. My mom was still going down the stairs and then she came back and took me up.
Suddenly I found myself having an attack ... but this one ... this one was a mental breakdown ... the cry I gave out and the words that I said were obvious to anyone ... I began to heave but nothing came out ... it only created more trouble breathing.
Then my mother snapped too. She decided to go to the hospital with me her and Jen ... she handed them a note and they took my mother and I's blood pressure. I hated it people were watching as my family fell apart and I was angry and sad all at once because I didnt want to be there.
The nurse asked me if I had any thoughts about harming myself. I lied. MY sister and mother were sitting there looking at me. How could I say I had thoughts ... I could never do anything to myself ... but those thoughts were there ... and that's scary enough.
They took us to a room ... we waited over 2 hours and nobody came ... I had fallen asleep ... when I woke up ... we went home ... nobody helped us ... it was pointless ... FUCKING POINTLESS ...