"Amya, sweetheart. Are you alright?"
I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes, and splashed some cold water on my face. "Yeah Mom, just not feeling too well. I'm sure that it'll go away when I get some rest." I lied through my teeth. My heart was racing. What just happened?
I stared down onto the floor of the shower I had been stepping into, staring at the mess I had just made. Something was turning inside me, my stomach? How was I even able to produce that much vomit? I had barely eaten in the past couple of days.
"Ok, just let me know if there is anything I can do, alright?" My mom's voice broke me out of my terror, calming me a little.
"Yeah mom, thanks."
I don't know what was making my life come to this changing pace so fast, but I didn't like it. I needed it to stop.
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The Struggle Within
Teen FictionCaught in a web of success, popularity, good grades and impending universities, 18 year Amya Paola seems like she has it all. Her boyfriend is handsome, funny, and has just about every girl's attention. Her parents are the poster of perfection. Whit...
