One second I was baking a three story coffee and chocolate cake with Emma because she wanted to impress the fashion designers she was going to be with tomorrow, and then the next there was an unusual internal surge of pain that took over me. It felt like a part of my heart got shot by an arrow but not in a Cupid type of way.
“Whoa, whoa, are you okay, A?” Emma hurriedly made her way to me and helped me get steady when I almost tipped over to the floor.
“Ugh…” I let out a groaning noise when I put my hand over my chest and Emma hurriedly sat me down on the couch.
The pain was unlike anything I have ever felt before. It wasn’t entirely physical, but I could feel it deep inside me and I didn’t understand why. All I knew was that I wanted it to stop.
“Hold on, let me get water. Do you
