Erica Reyes (goodcatwoman) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2018-08-22 19:35:00 |
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Sometimes Evelyn thought she was nothing more than a burden. A burden to her parents. A burden to her friends. A burden to her big brother. There wasn't much she could do about it because she had no control over her sickness. Epilepsy was a cruel bitch and it put her on guard against everyone because she didn't know if they were being nice because they genuinely liked her or if they were being nice because they felt sorry for her. It made her quite thankful for those that picked on her because at least she knew exactly where they stood. Today had been a relatively awful one. School went as school usually did (and she was so very thankful she was graduating this year). Her peers were cruel, her friends were nice, her teachers side eyed her wondering when she was going to break out into another seizure... The answer to that was in math class, of course. Towards the end of the day, with her brain overworking because she didn't understand what they were supposed to be studying. And what happened? She stressed herself out and her Epilepsy took over in a debilitating seizure that she already knew the other teenagers were filming. It wouldn't have been so bad if she hadn't pissed herself as well. Fuck today. She was grateful for the medics who showed up and took her to the hospital, grateful when she was able to go home. Just grateful in general when she was allowed to hole up in her room and just lay down in an effort to calm herself and work through the tiredness that always set through after a seizure. It sucked. She'd just turned eighteen last week and, like an idiot in some faerie tale, she thought maybe things would get better. Weren't they supposed to get better when you were legally an adult? But that wasn't the way here. That wasn't her life. Her life was seizures and camera phones and uncertainty and a full on lack of control of her own body. Fuck Epilepsy and whatever genetics caused her to have it. |