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?


8. Chapter 8

I sat in the lobby, waiting for someone to tell me how Dad was. I sat there for about forty-five minutes before someone came out and told me how he was.

A woman came out. She walked up to me. "Are you Miss McCoy, for Aaron Cartwright?"

"Yes," I quickly exclaimed. "Is my dad okay?"

"Well," she started. "He lost a lot of blood, and he's very weak right now. But we gave him stitches and his heart should pump blood back into his veins."

I was a little confused. "So, he's okay?"

"Yes, but he needs rest. A lot of it."

The woman let me go visit Dad in his room. I sat down in the chair next to the bed. I was surprised by how he looked.

He was sleeping and he looked pale. There were stitches all along his wrists and arms.

And then I realized, it was all my fault. I wanted to go to the graveyard, I wanted to talk about Gayle, and I didn't make sure he was okay when I heard him crying the night before.

I started to cry, and buried my face into my hands. It's all my fault, I thought to myself. He shouldn't be in this pain. Why did I do this to him?

I then felt a hand on my shoulder. It felt very cold, but very smooth. I looked up and realized it was Dad's hand on me. I was totally shocked. It probably showed on my face, considering that Dad started laughing.

It had been a while since I had heard his laugh. How long has it been? Almost two months?!! After a moment of silence, he spoke.

"Bri," he said. "I'm so sorry about what I did."

"No, it's my fault," I blurted. "I heard you crying last night. I should've came in and made sure you were okay. If I did, none of this would've happened."

"Aubrianne, this isn't your fault. None of this is. Me cutting myself over my dead brother isn't your fault. You getting a brain tumor isn't your fault. Cindy's death isn't your fault. The car crash wasn't you fault. And finally, your family's death is not your fault. Do you understand me?"


Jerry and Miranda McCoy: my loving, crazy, dead parents. They were the best parents you could ever ask for. Not because of their wealth, but because they really cared about everyone around them. And me.

My parents, my brother and I went to Syracuse to go shopping at Destiny USA Mall. There were six stories in total, and it was ranked the sixth largest mall in the country.

It took almost five hours to get there, but we made it in our golden Corvette Z06. Everytime we saw a homeless/poor person, we would stop and we would take turns giving them each $40.

My family was so generous. Even when you wish they weren't.

We were shopping around at Destiny USA, and my father was catching up with an old family friend. His name was Joe Cartwright, our old dentist and Mr. Cartwr-Dad's father.

All of a sudden, Joe collapsed to the floor. He was unconscious and unresponsive. I was shocked. He was there one minute, and gone the next.

My dad then knelt down and gave him CPR. A crowd of people came swarming to us. I was squished, to say the least.

After about two minutes, someone else came to take his spot as he made a phone call to 911, telling them the situation. They came within 6-8 minutes from the call, and they resurrected him.

After they took Mr. Cartwright Sr. away, my family was praised and the manager of the mall payed us each $100 for helping the man. I thought that was totally weird, but I went with it.


I started to cry even more. Dad looked at me with total sorrow. I didn't want him to worry about me more than his own well-being. I didn't want him to be this way, and I didn't want anything to happen the way that they did. Nonetheless, they really happened, and there was nothing I could do about it.

Dad and I went home the next day, and they gave both of up antidepressant pills to try to help us. I never ended up taking them, because really I was absolutely fine! But Dad took them, and he changed in one week from being a glum guy to a friendly fellow.

And then I remembered I qualified and signed up for a thing called "Horizons". It was a camp for 90 girls that excel in math and science in 7th and 8th grade. It was in a town called Potsdam, New York. I lived about 6 hours and 24 minutes away, so I had to get up at about 4:00 in the morning to get ready to go.

I left on July 23 at 5:27 a.m, and I was scared. I didn't know who would be there, besides Savannah of course.

It turned out that some of my old friend from Speech and Debate were there, too. There was Ally Corcoran and Crystal Rodifer. They were from Trinity Lutheran School, which was about 0.7 miles away from my school.

I was unpacking my suitcase in my dorm room that I would be staying in for a week, waiting for my roommate to walk in the door. I was eager to see who she would be. Would it be Savannah? Ally? Crystal?

But, the person who walked in was the last person I wanted to spend my summer with, even if it was for just a week. I thought it was impossible for her to be there. Nonetheless, she was there, and it infuriated me. Why her? I asked myself.

It was her: Candice Vickers.

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