Wake me up inside, wake me up from this coma. (just a emo/punk love story) #1

We were sitting there eating, nothing unusual. Then my brother, whom was standing on the seat of the table, fell down hard and hurt his arm. You could almost immediately tell that something was wrong. James's arm was shaking and he wouldn't move it. He wouldn't stop crying, and he rarely cried because of getting hurt. James always was a tough little boy. He continued crying, long after we had got home. Mom decided to take him to the hospital. I was sitting in the waiting room, waiting nervously, to see what was wrong with my brother. It was in that very waiting room, that I met him.
I was just sitting there, being bored and with nothing to do. I sat there, even as the stress started building up in my system. If I didn't start thinking about something else soon, the stress would build up too much and I would have another attack. You remember when I mentioned the manic attacks earlier? Well, They're still there, along with panic attacks and all kinds of other signs that I'm crazy. I hadn't had a manic attack or a panic attack in ages. In other words, I had gone a little over a year without having an emotional breakdown. Go me!!!
I regretted not bringing my mp3 player with me. I needed my music. After all, music was my life. I was so worried about my brother. I had wanted to go back there with him. i was sitting there without moving, when he arrived. He was there with his friend, who, by the sounds of it, hurt his arm. The moment he walked in all my thoughts and concerns just disappeared. I was over Seth the moment I saw him. I felt so amazing. I felt alive again. I had finally awoken.