Creepy Whisper - A George Michael Fanfiction

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August 28th, 1984

DJ's Point Of View

I woke up with a bit of a headache.

It didn't bother me too much, but I sure would've liked something to get rid of it. I didn't let myself drink too much last night because I didn't want to wake up with a wicked hangover.

I stood up to go to the bathroom and nearly fell over multiple times in the process.

I noticed I was getting much thinner. It didn't look healthy on me at all. I had a good body before this, and I knew it. Besides a little bit of chub, I didn't mind it. Most of the time, anyway. If I brought it up with George, he would bend down, kiss my belly a few times and say, "I like your tummy. It's cute."

And then he would blow me a few raspberries.

While I washed my mouth out with water, tears formed in my eyes. I really did miss that. It gave me so much happiness.

George gave me so much happiness.

And I still wasn't sure if I would get that back.

Although I was getting thinner, I tried to work out a little bit. I was thankful I could get water any time, so I usually asked for a few glasses when I did.

I didn't overwork myself, but I did a few exercises to keep myself at least a little in shape.

My stomach didn't budge, though, which I didn't mind all too much.

Today's breakfast was a bowl of granola. It was kind of stale, though, and got stuck in our teeth easily. I wished we had some floss.

Dan turned the TV on, but I couldn't focus because I felt something in my pants.

Wet and unpleasant.

Crap.

I waddled to the bathroom and decided to pee while I was in there.

Great I thought. Mother Nature.

It explained a lot about why my lower "stomach" had been hurting so much. I assumed It was my actual stomach, though. Considering I hadn't been eating as much.

But I also assumed it might've gotten delayed from these traumatic events.

What could I possibly do? My underwear was stained, and there were most likely no materials to use. So I checked the cabinets, and of course, there was nothing.

I must've been staring at the wall for a long time, trying to figure out what my options were, because I heard somebody knocking on the door. "Are you okay?" I was thankful it was Helen.

"Uhm." I cleared my throat. "Yeah, I'm just in a... predicament."

She was very sweet with her response. "Can I help with anything?"

"Well..." I felt my face heating up. "I kinda started my uh... period."

"Oh," she was quiet, and I figured she left after a few seconds. But then I heard her again. "I've had that problem quite a few times here."

"What do you do?" I asked.

"Can't do much. Stocking up on toilet paper is what I have to do." She sighed. "But hey, at least it's not as thin as tissue paper."

I shook my head. This was so gross.

I was silently crying again.

I thought I had cried out all of my tears already, but clearly not.

There wasn't anything on to make noise. It was extremely quiet besides the sound of my occasional sniffles.

Helen heard me, of course, and came over to rub a hand on my shoulder comfortingly. "I wish I knew what to tell you."