Wrong Number, Bitch

Chapter 29 Im Losing It

Y/n gasped as she awoke, the bed sheets covered in her sweat, her throat tightened as she felt herself get sick.

She threw her sheets to the side and ran to the bathroom, vomiting into the toilet with a loud gargling noise.

Will was awoken by the sound of her retching, he came running over to her, pulling her hair back and rubbing her back while she continued to throw up.

Y/n felt as though the inside of her throat was scratching itself, spitting out blood in the process. The pain was unbearable for Y/n as she started crying in the process of spewing out in the toilet.

Will looked away in disgust, still holding her hair yet trying to block out the sounds of her retching.

After what felt like hours of wailing Y/n flushed the toilet and grabbed a nearby rag, wiping her mouth.

She looked down at the rag and internally cussed herself out for not using toilet paper.

"I-I'm sorry Will." Y/n looked at the time and saw that it was 5 in the morning, he looked at the rag to see red regurgitate.

"Y/n we have to go to the hospital, right now!" Will looked at the rag and then back to the girl who had pulled away from Will, now leaning against the bathtub.

"No, there's no reason to go to the hospital this early in the morning." Y/n mumbled trying to catch her breath. She slowly closed her eyes, feeling a sense of exhaustion wash through her.

Will gazed back to the rag and back to Y/n, sighing before taking it gently from her hand and examining it, taking note of the blood that had supposedly came from the girl's mouth.

It was 2 weeks till the end of school and Y/n had gotten worse, this not being the first time she had thrown up this early in the morning. Her condition now seeming severe than from the first few nights she had been staying at Will's house.

Will sighed before looking at Y/n curled up on the floor with her eyes closed yet her eyebrows furrowed, almost like it was painful to close her eyes.

"I'll go wash the rag and I'll bring you a blanket, just stay there." Will was about to leave the bathroom before Y/n called out to him.

"Don't. I get to hot, I just want to sleep here." Y/n said through closed eyes.

"Nonsense, you are not sleeping on the bathroom floor." Will deadpanned before picking Y/n up, carrying her to the couch where it was much cooler for her.

Y/n kept groaning, complaining that every touch hurt her. "Please just put me down." Y/n whined.

Will lightly laid Y/n down on the couch, fetching her a blanket, water, and a damn rag since she was complaining about her head feeling hot.

As Will was fetching the supplies Y/n tilted her head to the side, shifting her body to a comfortable position so she could rest.

What confused her the most was how painful her dream was to watch.

It was like a movie, she could see herself, being tortured in some sort of a white room, flashing lights occurred while pitiful screams were heard yet they seemed to be gagged, perhaps with some sort of rope or restraint.

There were also sounds of laughter from what sounded to be mentally ill people, their laughs unhinged yet manic.

All of these occurred in one moment before a flash bang clouded her vision as she was put in a dark room, many groaning noises being heard behind a chained door which seemed to be Y/n's only escape.