Every Lie Bleeds

Chapter 2

I didn't realize I was holding my breath until my lungs go the feeling that they were going to burst any moment. I turned around as I let out a breath, slowly and steadily, trying to calm down. But every bone, muscle, even fiber of my body was screaming at me to run, to get as far away as possible.

But how could I? Just run out of class? No. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms, drawing little dots of red to freckle my palms.

This guy isn't the same one as in my dream. He can't be. Come to think of it, I had never paid any attention to any of his other features. It was only his eyes.

Always his eyes, that drew mine to them.

I decided to try and turn around, just a tiny bit, to get the tiniest of glimpses.

I turned my head slightly only to find his eyes on me as well. I immediately swung my head to the left looking at the large window that lot up the otherwise dead room with light.

Wow, smooth move dipshit.

I thought to myself. And you didn't even look at his other features.

It was like every time all I could see were his eyes. Maybe it was because that was the only thing I remember about the guy in my dreams. I keep trying, waiting for them to change color and prove my thoughts wrong.

But he was looking at me. Why? This time, I noticed, his eyes weren't on my eyes. It looked like they were focused on my back. Ok. Totally nothing wrong with that.

When I decided looking again would be a bad idea. I sighed, and once again, began playing with my pencil.

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The bell rang for class to end, and as I was packing up I noticed Kim walking over to me.

"Hey, what's wrong? You've looked sick all period? You feeling ok?"

I didn't notice I was shaking until she laid her hand on mine.

"Shit Izzy, your shaking like crazy!" We need to get you to the nurse!"

"I'm fine." I said in a small broken voice that didn't even convince me.

"No, quite frankly, you're not. Go home and get some rest." She grabbed my backpack, and packed the rest of my things while I got up out of my seat.

Standing up.

Very. Shitty. Idea.

The world spun around me and my insides felt like they were jumbled up inside my body. I felt like I was going to throw up. I grabbed the desk trying to stabilize myself.

"Can you walk?" Asked Kim, as she slipped her arm under me.

"Yeah, I'm just dizzy. Look give it a few minutes and it'll go away."

"I don't think-" Kim started to speak but I didn't let her finish. "Please. I'll be fine. Ok? I promise." I gave her a look that I hoped would convince her I was fine. When truth be told, I didn't know what was wrong. I had been fine this morning, I hadn't started to feel sick until-

"Ok. Fine." Kim's words snapped my out of my thoughts as she slipped her arm out from under me. "But promise me that if you don't get better, you'll .go home." She held out her pinky on her right hand. I crossed it with mine.

Then I remembered Asher. I looked over to see him, just walking out of class.

"Ah, looking at the new guy I see. Yeah I guess he's kind of cute."

"What? Oh shut up!" I said with the best smile I could manage. We walked to our next classes together. Well she walked. I did this painful-shuffle-kinda-thing.

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The thing I didn't tell Kim was that I didn't get better, in fact I got worse. By lunch, I could barely move. My skin felt hot, my eyes hurt, and my head was like someone taking a needle and drilling tiny little holes in my head.

"Hey I'll meet you in the cafeteria, I have to go to the bathroom." I said to Kim as the bell rang for fourth period to end. I had science fourth period. Let me just tell you. That's some gross ass shit.

"Ok, you sure you're fine?" She asked, cocking her head to the side.

"Just peachy." I replied "See you in there." I motioned to the cafeteria.

"Ok." She replied. The minute she turned around I headed towards the bathroom. I went to the restroom at the back of the school because I knew nobody would be there. The minute I got in I fell up against the wall and slid down until my knees were up against my chest. I was shaking so hard I felt like I could break my teeth.

I tried to stand up but every time I fell back down. I gripped the sink and pulled myself up. "The hell is wrong with me?" I muttered to my pale reflection in the dirty mirror. I was sweating, but I couldn't stop shaking. I could hardly stand.

"Fuck this!" I said I grabbed opened the door and grabbed the nearest thing I could. Which just so happened to be a person.

They spun around, but I didn't have time to react. My knees buckled, the world spun and I only had time to feel arms catch me as I fell to the ground and the darkness blinded me.