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shit about common sense? I'm freaking out here!
    "Just stop."
    The words wisp out through my parched lips. My brain is fighting for control, forcing my emotions to settle.
    "Stop."
    I repeat myself another ten times, until my breathing returns to a normal pattern.
    "Now think." I can hear my father's voice in my head. Whenever I got angry as a kid, he would say, "Stop. Breathe. Think. Now what's the best way to handle this?"
    It used to bug the hell out of me. He hadn't said it in a really long time. It's surprising how comforting the memory is.
    "Stop." Done that.
    "Breathe." Done that.
    "Think." Okay, think.
    How did I get here? How did this happen?
    An image of me tumbling down an embankment sparks in my brain. I carefully turn my head to look up the steep slope. I am surrounded by pine trees. Daylight struggles to reach me through the thick branches, but I am still lying on a bed of dappled light.
    I'm afraid to move, but lift my head to get a better idea of what might be up the hill.
    It achieves nothing but pain.
    I can't see where I am. I have no idea what's up or down.
    All I know is that I hurt.
    I really, really hurt.
    And is that puke I smell? I glance to my right and notice a patch of grossness near my head. Ewwww! Why was I puking? Did I get totally plastered and fall down this hill or something? Why didn't someone help me? Did my friends just laugh and walk away, leaving my completely alone?
    Alone.
    I am totally alone.
    Panic rises with cruel swiftness.
    "No. Stop. Breathe. Think." I can hear the desperation in my voice and my next words can barely make it out past my tears. "What's the best way to handle this?"
    The sobs make my belly quiver. I brush my tears away and yell, "I have no idea!! Help me! Someone help me!"
    I scream until my voice is hoarse. The birds have gone quiet and now I'm left with nothing.
    Hopelessness engulfs me, but my brain won't let it win. I can still hear Dad's words repeating over and over like a mantra.
    I try once more.
    Stop. Breathe. Think.
    I want my mom.
    No. Nicole! Stop! Breathe! Think!
    I push my childish wishes aside and accept the fact I'm alone. The feeling's not new, but that doesn't stop my heart from burning.
    Think. Think, Nicole.
    I breathe in slowly through my nostrils and let the air whoosh free.
    Think.
    Okay, so my arm's screwed, but I can still use my right hand. Maybe I can drag myself up the hill and see if there is any civilization nearby.
    I twist my body, ready to execute my brilliant plan when a pain fires up from my knee. It is so intense, stars appear in rapid succession, followed by a black haze. Before I know what's happening, I'm standing in my living room staring at that hideous pine tree.
     
    "Yes, hi. It's Mrs. Tepper here, Nicole's mother."
    Mom.
    I scoot around the couch and make a beeline for the kitchen, following her voice like a lifeline.
    "Mom. Thank God."
    She is looking at her feet as she circles the counter, nodding her head.
    "Yes, but has she come into school today?"
    "Mom." I stand in her way and wave my arms, but she can't see me.
    "No? Okay, thank you."
    Dammit! Am I a ghost? Have I died already?
    No, I can't have. It was like this this morning. It all feels the same. Maybe my mind's left my body. Maybe I'm caught in this weird sub-reality, half-dead half-alive.
    A shiver races down my spine. Half-dead... and probably not that far off fully dead unless I find help.
    "Mom!" I wave my arms more frantically, but she just nods her head and looks through me.
    "Yes, I understand, but can you please contact me if anyone sees her?"
    Wow, she actually looks worried.
    "Thank you." Mom hangs up the phone and fidgets with her earring. Her eyes have that glassy sheen to them as she stares at the counter. She's clearly in zombie mode and she only tends to do that when she's concentrating really hard or simply doesn't know what to do.
    "Mom." I stand right next to her. Maybe if I'm super close she'll be able to hear me. "It's me. It's Nicole. I