4. Cut Short
After I got cleaned up, I headed to Gemma's room. I felt slightly lightheaded as I walked down the hallway. It wasn't something to be ignored because in a matter of seconds I was clinging to the wall, trying to stay balanced. That is until everything went black.
My eyes slowly fluttered open. Chelsea was by my side, shaking me awake. I was a bit disoriented as I stood up. "Wait, what?" I said as I looked around the room. "Chelsea, how did we get in my room?"
"Your mom said that you blacked out. Probably because you forgot to take your insulin shot again." She held up a little syringe with a pale white liquid.
"Damn it. I thought I took it already. Wait, we haven't left for the concert yet?" I ask while injecting myself with insulin.
"No. Did you have any of those crazy visions?"
Okay I would like to clarify that I, Diana Marie Garcia, am no way, shape, or form, a psychic. To be honest, whenever I had these "visions" it is merely because I have an overly active imagination and I am a forgetful diabetic. I just didn't want to put that out there. Well, now you know.
"Yeah. I thought we left for the One Direction concert and I traveled back to the summer of 2009."
Chelsea looked at her phone. "Well as much as I would enjoy hearing another "vision" story, we got to go."
We left my house and along the way, I told Chelsea the crazy dream I had. My life is a complex nutshell. You never know what is real and what the imagined is.