IF I FALL. I could feel the cold tile floor through my shoes. The white walls echoed sadness through my ears. And emptiness. That's what I was going to be, soon. Empty. My eyes and head grew dizzy as we walked to the nurse. I couldn't read her name tag from where I was, but it felt as if she was moving farther away, although she was constant in her chair at the front desk. Suddenly, my legs twisted, my head turning in another direction, with the feeling of my mother's nails driving into my skin, attempting to hold me up, but I couldn't, and I collided headfirst with the iced tiles underneath me.