Broken Mind

Aubrianne McCoy is an outcast, but when she gets in a car crash with her science teacher, Mr. Cartwright, she is all kids can talk about. But she faces more troubles besides her injuries. Will Bri break down, or will she face her troubles and move on?


3. Chapter 3

I heard an annoying beeping noise as I was waking up. I realized I was in a hospital bed, and Mr. Cartwright was sitting next to me.He wasn't looking at me, though. He was looking down, as if something tragic had happened. Did something happen? 

"Mr. Cartwright," I said to him. He looked startled, as if he didn't think I would wake up.

"Oh my gosh," he said. "Aubrianne, are you okay?"

"What happened?"

"Well, first we were in a-"

"Car crash, I remember that."

"...right. Well, you've been in a coma for almost two weeks, and a lot has happened in that time..."

I was confused. How could so many things happen in less than two weeks?

"...what happened?"

"Well..." He paused for a few seconds, then spoke. "'s hard to tell you this, but... you're family is dead."

I just sat there frozen in total shock. I didn't really understand. What happened to them? Was it just my parents and brother, or all of my relatives?

"Everyone who attended your reunion was killed by a group of terrorists. They have been detained and charged with second-degree murder."

I started to shed tears. "Is there more?" I asked

"Yes," Mr. Cartwright replied. "You...have brain cancer."

I started shedding more tears. "Anything else?"

"Unfortunately, yes. It's about Cindy..."

Oh God, what did Cindy do? I thought to myself. What happened? I worried for a few seconds before he said the words.

" can't say..."

"Tell me," I pleaded.

"She...killed herself. She hung herself."

Why would she do that?!! She had an amazing life! She had no problems, no depression, no suicidal thoughts. I knew no one could hear me, but I couldn't help saying this in my head.

I started to sob. Really hard this time. I put my head in my hands. Mr. Cartwright pulled me into a hug, trying to comfort me. None other friend had done that before. Well, except for Savannah.


Savannah Binghamton: one of my best friends. She was the nicest girl I knew. She was very sarcastic, but it was always hilarious. She held a huge grudge against Candice, but she was a Scorpio, so it was a given.

I was crying in my room. Wyatt had broken up with me, and I was devastated. He was my first real boyfriend. I had been crying for hours.

Then, my phone started to ring. It was, obviously, Savannah. I answered the phone.

"Hey, Savannah." I said.

"Hey, Bri," she replied. "I heard what happened. Are you okay?"

I sniffled. ""

"Do you want to talk about it?"


"Okay, I'm coming over."


She came over, and I told her everything. After, I started sobbing really hard. She pulled me into a hug. Then we just sat there for a half hour.

None of my friends were like that. They rarely even showed that they cared. Savannah was the only one who was willing to listen to me complain and sob. She was my true friend.


I was crying and Mr. Cartwright was right by my side, trying to give me comfort. I was glad he was there, for he was my favorite teacher and one of my friends.

"Bri, I am so sorry about everything," he said to me. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Now, this gave me an opportunity. I could ask him for anything, and he would give it to me. Anything! I thought about it as he sat there, waiting for a response. Then, it popped in my head.

"You have a stable life, right?" I asked him.

"Well, yeah, I guess," he replied. "What are you getting at?"

"Well...I want you to adopt me."

He had a smile on his face, as if he wanted to hear those words come from my mouth. He looked joyful, like he wanted this to happen.

"I thought you would never ask," he said. "I'll fill out the papers later today. But, there's people out there for you."

"Who?" I asked.

"It's mostly kids in middle school, but there's a few teachers as well. They all know."

I wanted to spend more time with Mr. Cartwright, but he wanted me to spend time with my friends. Besides, he had to get the adoption papers all filled out, which isn't easy.

"Okay, send someone in," I told him. "I'll see you later."

He left and people started filing in, with gifts and cards and empathy. It was great to see them all again, even though I felt like I saw them about an hour and a half ago. I guess you never really realize you've been gone for weeks until you see people who are excited to see you.

After a while, three girls came in. Their names: Aurora McCarty, Milly Hicks, and Carly Jordan. They all came in with their heads down.

They talked to me, telling me they were sorry that they didn't stand up for me, and that they rooted for Candice. They told me what had happened before that.

Candice was roaming the school(trying to get out of health, obviously), and she ran into Aurora, Milly, and Carly. She told them that if they didn't come with her, they would "meet their ugly demise". So, they followed her and told them to laugh after every sentence she said to me that would offend me.

They confessed that they did it out of fear. Of course I had forgiven them, for they were some of my best friends. They left, and I was left by myself for a little while, letting me rest.

Then, I was awoken by the sound of the old creeky door. It was Mr. Cartwright, and he held a bouquet of jasmines

"Well, I assume things went well," he said.

"It was alright," I replied. "Few headaches hear and there, but it was okay."

"About that, Bri, we need to set you up for treatments. Things like chemotherapy and radiation."

Oh God, why didn't I think about this earlier? I thought to myself.

"Okay. You can do that. I just...uh...don't want to come here every other day, you know?"

"I get it, Bri. It's a little morbid here, so I'll try scheduling for once every other week. I'll go talk to a doctor about it."

He pulled my into a quick hug and scurried out the door. I wondered if I would get anymore visitors that day. I didn't think I would, so I went to sleep.

No! No, please! Take me instead! I'll do anything!

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