The Perks of Being Gumball (gumlee)

I'm Fine

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Bright lights, the smell of disinfectant, muttered words and heavy breathing. The things that surrounded me didn't terrify me. They just, were there. I couldn't be scared, she was going to be alright, she wasn't going to be hurt, she was going to get up soon and take us home.
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I felt something soft touch my face and then there was an overwhelming feeling of awake that came over me. My eyes fluttered open and above me was a pale face with dark black hair. My eyesight was fuzzy so I couldn't exactly figure out who it was, but my mind had an automatic reaction.
"Marshall?" I asked, voice breaking as if I was about to cry. There was a soft laugh before the figure above me shook their head. There was no talking until my eyesight had became clear and I noticed that in fact no, it wasn't Marshall, it wasn't even Mono (they were easily confused), it was a girl who looked very similar to my punk rock friend. Everything crumbled down around me as I saw Bonnie sitting on a table looking as if she had just had a panic attack and the girl above me looking concerned.. I had fainted, or better put passed out onto the floor in my sisters lunchroom.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to frighten anyone, and sorry for thinking you were my friend I was just slightly dazed I'm alright now." The words seemed to stumble out of my brain, through my throat and out of my mouth in the strangest way possible. I tried to sit up but as I did, Bubblegum jumped off her table and joined the girl on the floor, and the Marshall look alike girl pushed me back down gently by placing her hand on my shoulder.
"One, don't get up Gumball, you'll hurt yourself. Two, this is Marceline, she's one of my friends and Marshall's cousin." Bonnie finished speaking and Marceline waved at me chuckling quietly. My heart was pounding in my chest and my mind was running, I needed to convince my sister I was okay and go back to everyone before they thought I was hurt. But as soon as the thought crossed my mind a teacher appeared at the door with Fiona, Cake, and Marshall behind her. Along with another girl who had long blonde hair and was fairly tanned hanging onto Marshall's arm. I opened my mouth to speak again but all that came out was a squeak. My face flushed bright red and I curled into a small ball, wishing that the floor would swallow me whole. No longer did I want to be there, I wanted to be at home and not tired and not ill.
I was sick, I was so very very sick. I'd never admitted it to myself before but then as I watched everyone around me talk quietly about me and what should be done I realised how sick I was. Bubblegum was talking to the teacher with Cake and Fiona, Marshall, Marceline and the other girl were all talking in another part of the room. Soon they were called over to talk with the teacher as well. It was all hushed whispers and muttered voices. It reminded me so much of...... No! No nows not the time! I couldn't think about that now.
All I needed was an escape plan and a way to get home. Bubblegum has the keys so that's out, and it wouldn't really be safe to walk. Pepper and Minty would wonder why I was home so early as well. Maybe I could hide somewhere. Yet, all of my thoughts were pushed from my head as the teacher came over to talk to me.
"Gumball, I've been talking to your sister and friends and they've mentioned that you haven't been sleeping and have been very drowsy, your teachers have also brought up worries for your mental and physical health, so I'm going to send you home and you should get some rest, if it doesn't help then I suggest getting your guardian to take you to the hospital" She spoke in a low voice, almost treated me as if I was a child. I guess I was acting like a child so I was so I deserved the treatment.
"Alright mam'" and with that answer she stood up and waltzed away to phone someone to pick me up. All of a sudden everyone was surrounding me asking what happened, why I ran off, how much sleep had I actually gotten.
So many questions with so many different answers, yet I could only really get one to escape my mouth.
"I'm fine." It was flat, unemotional and uhnessasary, yet I said it and hoped that someone would take into account what I had to say. Bubblegum looked petrified, the last time I saw that look on her face was when we were told. We were told the news of the death.
Our mothers death. She had been so scared, so sad, so unlike the Bonnie I knew and loved, the Bonnie who kept my sanity. Now she had the same expression and it was me causing it.
Fiona and Cake didn't look great either, Cake seemed like she was about to cry and her sister looked like she was ready to punch something, more than likely me. Probably me. Everyone always had wanted to hurt me, especially when I did stupid stuff such as this. Most people did, a few didn't hurt me physically, but the scars were there. They littered my skin and brain, both hurt equally when received.
Marceline, Marshall and the other girl all were pretty emotionless. Every so often Marshall would look over at me and sigh before going back to talking with the blond, and Marceline seemed to busy trying to calm down Bubblegum and make sure she was alright than to worry about me. At least there were people who believed I was fine.
Maybe it was better this way. Maybe I should make them all believe that I'm fine.