I was 5.
This is unusual.
"Mum.." I stutter.
"I have a sore stomach."
Mum took me into my room.
"Do you feel like you're going to vomit?" Says mum.
Vomit? What's that?
"What's vom- vomit?"I stutter.
She told me.
Oh gosh. The cold rush. I had a cold rush shiver through my body like I just saw a ghost.
VOMIT?! I DONT WANNA VOMIT!! WHAT HAPPENS IF I DO?!
"Calm down, maddy. It's okay." Says Mum.
But I couldn't.
It was such a funny word, but had such an impact on me, and I don't know why. This word VOMIT will not leave my head.
"Maddy. Look at me." Says mum.
I glaze at her, with glassy eyes and a racing heartbeat.
"Do you feel like you are gonna vomit?"
I didn't know.
"I don't know mum." I stutter.
Then, I say a word. A word I didn't know that was gonna stick with me, in my head, like it's been superglued, for the rest of my life.
"What happens if I vomit?" I say, slowly.
"I don't think you will, mads. No need to worry." Mum replies.
"Why don't you go get some sleep? I'll come and check on you soon." She says, after looking at me with a smile, letting me know it's okay.
I walk into my bed, feeling much better.
"Why did I feel like that?" I think to myself.
But why did I feel like that?
YOU ARE READING
Too Much To Handle
Teen FictionTW! This small book is about a girl named Maddy, who suffers from a fear of v*mit. She struggles to live her everyday life due to her fear. She faces struggles in her life that have to do with germs, v*mit and more. And that girl, was me. This book...
