The third time

I'm going to tell a story today.
There was this day, the first day I ever fainted. It happened 3 times on that day. The first I fell on the ground, the scar in the back of my head was hurting, so my mom sat me down, so I would eat breakfast. So I fainted again. But the highlight was the third time. I was outside the emergency room, waiting, and feeling better. When I faint, but this time was different. I didn't blacked out like the other two times, I fell, but I could feel, and hear. I heard the voices calling my name, and the slaps trying to wake me. And I couldn't react. I wanted to open my eyes. I told my mouth to answer, but the voice wouldn't come out.
That's how I feel right now. But...
Anyone noticed that I'm gone? Does anyone care? Should I wake up? Is it worth it to be alive and all alone?
I wish was strong.