I awkwardly walked back out to the dining room table, everyone glaring at me.
"Sorry about that," I said, sitting down in my seat and putting my napkin to my lap.
"Melody, I'm so-"
"Don't worry about it." I interrupted Gloria. "I'm not mad. You had no idea."

The whole rest of the dinner was silent and extremely awkward. I picked at my food instead of eating it, and, as far as I know, everyone else did the same.
"You guys done?" James asked, looking at everyone. Everyone nodded.
I stood up. "I'll help clean up,"
"Thank you, that would be great." I got Jimmy's plate, and James's. I brought it to the kitchen, and rinsed the dishes off. I opened their dishwasher, and put the plates in.
Everyone entered the kitchen, looking at each other awkwardly.
"So, uh, I think we should hit the road." I overheard Jimmy saying. Thank God, I couldn't stand this awkwardness any longer.
"Okay," Jimmy's mother mumbled, pushing stray hairs out of his face.
I joined the "huddle", and wanted so bad to break the silence.
"Okay," Jimmy rubbed his hands together. "Ready to go, Mel?"
"Sure," I muttered. I grabbed my coat from the hanger by the front door, and put it on.
"Thank you guys so much for having me, I had fun." I gave Gloria, James, and Gloria, Jimmy's mother a hug.
"Aw, no problem. Thanks for coming." Jimmy's mother said.
"Love you," Jimmy hugged everyone.
"Bye!" Gloria did a finger-wave.
Jimmy and I walked out, and I let in a nervous breath. God, I screwed everything up. They probably never want to see me again.
We climbed into the car, and drove home.
"I'm sorry," I whispered to Jimmy after a few minutes of silence. "I understand if you're pissed at me. That was quite a fiasco I made back there."
"No, no, no, no." Jimmy put his hand on my knee. "I'm not pissed at you, okay? It's my fault. I should've told them not to mention your parents."
"Jimmy, it's not your fault. I should've controlled myself."
"Melody, listen to me." Jimmy's tone turned serious. "It's not your fault. Stop thinking it's your fault. It's not. Not everything is your fault."
I didn't know how to respond, so I stayed silent.
We got back to my house. As I got out, I felt raindrops fall. Great, here we go again.
We walked in. I sat on the couch, and covered my face with my hands. I was still pissed at myself for that whole fiasco.
"Hey, you okay?" Jimmy sat down next to me, and petted my hair.
"I'm fine," I said, suddenly not wanting Jimmy's comfort.
"Look, it's not your fault." Jimmy murmured. "Don't be upset."
"Jimmy, really, I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
I slapped my hand to my knee. "Oh my god, can you just shut the hell up? I told you I'm fine!" I snapped. I clapped a hand over my mouth, realizing what I just said.
Jimmy opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. His bottom lip quivered.
"Oh," I whispered. I felt so bad I didn't know what to say.
Jimmy stayed silent for a few moments, then stood up. He walked to the door, but I grabbed his wrist. He wriggled out of my grip, and walked out, slamming the door behind him.
I had a déjà vu of what just happened. It was a lot like the nightmare I had.
This was exactly what I told Jimmy was going to happen. I was going to push away everyone who cares about me.
Then, my chest started getting a really bad pain in it.
I leaned against the door, and slid down.
I started breathing heavily, and I was profusely sweating.
I could barely take in a breath. I fumbled for my phone, I dialed 911
"911, whats your emergency?" The voice on the other line said.
"I-I..." I gasped for air.
"Miss, are you okay?"
I tried to talk, but I couldn't.
Then, the world blacked out.
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