Yellow Roses

Chapter 10: Carrie

I've been throwing up since 4:30 in the morning. What the hell? The intense urge to vomit has been plaguing me since the moment I woke up from the thunderstorm happening outside.

As I lay on the bathroom floor preparing myself for another round, I think hard about what I ate the night before.

Just salad, yogurt, and some baked chicken for dinner. None of that seems it would cause me to feel this way. As a matter of fact, this is a different type of nausea that doesn't feel caused by a stomach bug.

My thoughts were interrupted when I felt the burning sensation coming out my throat again.

After I puke another round, I check the time on my phone. It's currently 5:13am. Almost an entire hour of this nonsense.

I need to be up for school in about an hour, which doesn't seem worth falling back asleep now for. So I decided to stay up. I'm going to be absolutely exhausted at school.

I exit the bathroom and head back towards my room where I sit at the edge of my bed and bury my face into my hands. I never get sick like this. I can't figure out what would be causing it either. I really don't want to miss out on school as well. Ugh.

I pick up my phone from my night stand and decide to scroll through Instagram as I lay back down. I noticed Kevin posted last night that I didn't see until now. He was posing at a football game with some friends, which was weird considering he doesn't have an athletic bone in his body.

Ugh, I cannot believe this situationship is quickly turning into intense feelings. The sex we had the other night was the best we've ever had, and I can't believe it happened in such a sudden, bold manner. Normally he's a sweet, dorky guy. But lately I've noticed he's turning more extroverted and bold. Maybe he's starting to find his confidence.

As I laid in bed reminiscing about my sexual experience, I remembered feeling lucky I didn't start my period on that day since I was supposed to.

Wait a minute.

It's been nearly a week since then, and I still haven't started my period. That, on top of the sudden sickness I'm starting to get?

Oh shit.

Oh shit oh shit oh shit.

I swear to god a pregnancy scare is not happening to me right now.

I felt a wave of anxiety hit me hard, leading to me needing to vomit again. I ran to the bathroom once more to let it all out, then debated if I should walk to the local 24/7 convenience store to buy a test.

I suppose it would be better to do that now when my mom is still asleep, and it's almost guaranteed I wouldn't run into anyone I know in there.

I quickly slipped on a bra and changed clothes before sneaking out of the house, carefully closing the door behind me, and heading down the block on foot.

The air is freezing, considering it's still wintertime. While the snow has started to melt, it's still below freezing in the early morning, so frost still blankets over the grass. While it looks very pretty out, I am quickly regretting forgetting my coat.

Shivering, I picked up speed and walked fast around the corner, only hearing the sound of my footsteps beneath me while the rest of the world was quiet for now.

As the minutes passed, I saw the lights of the store illuminate the early morning sky, with the "open" sign flickering, which reflected off the ground below it.

As I got closer, I stopped in front of the door and felt my anxiety spike again. I took a deep breath and headed inside without thinking another thought.