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*~chapter^4~* ✅

New Holland(Australia's)POV:

1801 19th July

...**-*2:07am*-**...

Why won't this stop.
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It hurts.
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Am I gonna die here?

I was throwing up water into the toilet bowl.
My lungs were stinging, my whole chest aching with this burning sensation.
My head felt like it's been rammed through all the walls in the house.
My bones felt like they were being filled with water.
It was hard to breathe, water filling my lungs, though, I can't die of this. Nobody ever has.
I felt weak. As if I were gonna collapse. It was hell in my own walls.
Finally I had finished throwing up my insides.
The migraine, the pain in my chest, throat, lungs and general body still hovering. I want it to stop.

If I got up, I would collapse and probably throw up more water. So I just sat there miserably no energy anywhere in my body. I was practically paralysed until this stopped.

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Heh. I really hope no one needs to use this bathroom.
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What will happen if they see me sitting half dead, leaning on the bathroom wall for support.
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How I even managed to get here itself will be at question. Mother injured my leg and I need support walking everywhere.
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God I don't want my siblings to worry. Why should they be comforting me?
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What if they judge me?
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What if they think badly of me?
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What if they think i'm pathetic?
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What if they hate me?

"Anyone in there?" He heard Thirteen Colonies call.

The Australian didn't even have enough energy to speak. He tried opening his mouth to say something. Only incoherent, raspy whispers came out.

"Umm, Holland? You there? Cuz your room door is the only door open." He was right, but he sounded more nervous and awkward, New Holland hoped he wasn't worried.
The Colony wanted to speak, he wanted to reassure the older colony that he was alright. Although even if he could, what was he going to say that would make it seem better?

"New Holland? Are you okay?" He was definitely worried, "I'm coming in."
Thirteen Colonies disappeared and came back with a key rattling noise. New Holland was fucked.

Creek

Thirteen Colonies gasped at the sight but made no worse reaction, he then picked the smaller up and took him back to his room.

"Flood?" He asked calmly to which the Australian nodded his throbbing head. "It's gonna be alright. It'll be over soon." He said as he ran his fingers through the Australian hair.

It was 6am and New Holland knew damn well he wasn't gonna get more sleep. He didn't want to be in Thirteen's arms, but he liked it there, but he didn't want him to worry either.

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I was now in school bathroom, a boy I'd recognise anywhere between my legs.
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As he does to me often pulling down my pants to threaten me, but this time he went further than he ever has before and pulled down his own pants.
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...**-*10am*-**...

New Holland gasped finding hisself bucketed in cold sweat. So much for knowing he wasn't sleeping again. When the colony adjusted to his surroundings he found hisself in a whole other place.