Teen Life

(16) Teen Life

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Chapter 16

Sick

Brady Garcia

“Come on, I’ve got something I want to give you,” I said, taking Noriko’s hand in mine. She was still shy around me but I could tell she was starting to come out of her shell. I had been working on a drawing for her over the last week and now that it was done I couldn’t wait to give it to her.

“What is it?” she asked, following me down the hall and into my room.

“Nothing much, just something I made for you,” I replied, getting the piece of paper out of my cupboard where I hid it earlier.

“I hope you like it,” I said, handing it to her. Her eyes lit up and a huge smile spread across her face.

“I love it, it’s beautiful!” she half yelled as she threw her arms around my neck and hugged me.

The sketch was a simple black and white drawing of her but she really seemed to like it and it made me happy to see her so excited.

“I didn’t know you can draw,” she stated, pulling out of the hug but staying close to me.

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” I replied happily.

“It was, nobody has ever done something so nice for me before,” she said as a sad expression washed over her eyes for a second.

I wanted to ask her about what she said and I wanted to kiss her but at that exact moment we heard another piercing sound. I watched as Noriko’s face changed from a mixture between sadness and happiness to one of fear.

“Stay here, I’ll go check what that was,” I instructed, not waiting for her to reply. The storm was still going crazy outside but this wasn’t the sound of thunder, this was the sound of another mirror breaking.

At first I had no idea where the sound was coming from but then I heard a gut wrenching scream. It was filled with pain and fear. It came from Diago’s room so I quickly ran over there and pushed open his door. He was lying in the middle of the floor shaking and throwing up all over himself. The mirror that used to hang on his wall was thrown across the room with little pieces of glass scattered everywhere.

I ran over to him not worrying about stepping on the glass, luckily I still had my shoes on or I would have cut myself pretty badly. I fell to my knees on the ground next to him and managed to cut my hand with a piece of mirror. The pain shot through my body but I couldn’t concentrate on my own pain when Diago was clearly having some sort of attack right front of me.

I lifted his head onto my lap and watched as his eyes rolled back in his head. His body shook hard as another pained moan escaped his throat.