Walking Blind :: Brallie AU [COMPLETED]

prologue

                                                                      P R O L O G U E

                                                                "Stomach Tied in Knots"

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Callie's cheek is squished against her pillow, her arm dangling off of the bed, her fingertips brushing the carpet, and her entire body wrapped in a sheet, since she lost her blanket her second time to the restroom.

She groans, rubbing her nose for the thousandth time. She's been sick all morning and she's not sure what to think of it; it doesn't exactly feel like the stomach flu, since the only thing that's really been hurting is her head and her burning throat. Also her finger, it got stuck in the doorway when she was slamming the door to throw up, again.

"Cause I can't live without you, now, and I don't want nobody else, nobody else, nobody else~" Mariana sings from her bed, her earplugs in, drowning out the sound of Callie puking every fifteen minutes. She occasionally asks if her older sister needs any help, but she only shakes her heavy head and tells Mariana not to worry, so she doesn't.

Callie feels another wave of nausea overcome her and she's cupping her hand over her mouth again, tripping over her sheets as she sprints to the bathroom and doesn't bother to shut the door, falling to her knees and flipping the toiler seat up before emptying the remnants of dinner into the water.

"T-That should be it. . ." Callie whispers to herself, staring down at the gross concoction of potatoes and steak. She leans on the bathroom counter, waiting to feel another pounding sensation in her throat, but it never comes, and she's relieved. She sighs, flushing the toilet and walking out of the bathroom; her shirt dirtied and her hair a wreck.

"Ugh, go take a shower or something, you stink."

Callie glowers at Mariana but says nothing, opening the first dresser drawer and taking out sweatpants and an old t-shirt.

"One of those days, ay?" Mariana chuckles. Callie rolls her eyes and walks back into the bathroom, this time slamming the door shut and locking both of them. She breathes out, tearing the shower curtain back and starting the water. She folds her clothes, sitting them on the edge of the counter and picking up her phone to pass the time while the water heats up.

The date on her phone reads, September 15th, and she furrows her eyebrows. This is usually around the time she'd be halfway through her period, yet. . . Nothing.

Slowly, dots start connecting in her mind. The constant vomiting, the missed period. . .

Callie wants to throw up again when everything comes together, but she doesn't have anything left to puke, so she steps into the shower instead and cries. Like, gross sobbing. Her nose starts running and there's more water coming from her eyes than the faucet.

She's not stupid, and it's too late to convince herself that it's anything else. Because the thought is already implanted and it makes so much sense, what else could it be? She doesn't have anything to worry about anymore, all her problems were supposed to be solved when she got adopted.