Short Stories ✖︎ 5SOS & 1D

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Constantly tapping my foot on the floor, I stood up nervously.

Walking to the front of the class, I felt the damp feeling started to boil up. I hated feeling so sick in front of crowds. Damn my horrible weak stomach.

"Calum? Are you going to represent now? We do have more people to show us their project." Ms. Baker looked down on me, her glasses slipping but she caught them on time and put them back in place.

"Y-yes ma'am." I nodded.

I turned my attention to the rest of the class, almost half of them asleep already. My palms started to sweat, getting the paper I was holding onto moist.

"Uhh." I mumbled to myself.

The students eyes dwelled on me and it was making my fear grow larger. My anxiety was rising to its feet. I was gonna burst.

"Mr. Calum, please begin your presentation and stop goofing around. You've waisted 3 precious minutes. You would of been finished by now." Ms. Baker spoke to me in such annoyance.

"I jus...I can't--" my voice vanished out of its box. My mouth hanged open, no words or sounds coming out.

"Mr. Calum. I suggest you speak up. You are in high school, you should be acting mature and responsible. You must--"

And that was it. My vision blurred and I felt my feet wobble. The cold floor was all I felt after that. Small voices came to my head, but I couldn't get to hear them clearly. Everything was so white and clear, it's as if I was dead.

Next thing I knew, I felt myself getting lifted up. I was under a hard plastic board. Small figures surrounded me and I felt the wind rush against me.

The lights flashed above me like shooting stars. A groan escaped my lips.

"Everything is gonna be okay." I heard a small voice. I tried finding that voice, but all I saw was white, and small black dots appearing in my vision.

-

I woke, in a bed of white sheets. They were rough and dry, not smooth at all.

This wasn't my bed. and these weren't my clothes either. I was covered in white. Maybe I did die.

"Calum, you feeling okay?" I heard a voice call me. I turned my head over to the side, looking straight into the eyes of my sister.

"I'm feeling fine. Why am I here?" I asked.

"You fainted in school...again." Mali looked so disappointed, she didn't even look me in the eyes.

She was tired. The constant worry of me almost dying everyday must feel horrible.

"I'm sorry." I muttered.

"Calum shush now. Its not your fault. You didn't choose to be this way." She sighed.

"But I didn't mean to over react again. This is the 6th time this year." I yanked aggressively on my hair.

"No Calum stop!" Mali slapped my hands until I broke free.

Tears streamed down her face. It was hard. It was hard living like we did. Tired of working 2 jobs to support me. Mom and Dad both left us 2 years ago. They just left without a trace. So it's up to me and Mali now, we have to survive on our own.

"Mr. Hood, how are you feeling?" Dr. Armstrong asked.

"Fine, can I please go home." I sighed.

"Now now Calum, you blacked out again. This isn't normal you know." he stated.