Saving Evan

Chapter 4

Evan's P.O.V.
I went about my days normally until Friday. I had made myself throw up after breakfast and lunch. After running, I ate and lost it again. I went out for a run after dinner, feeling a little drained. I brushed the feeling off, and did my normal schedule of running; to the alley, and to the park. I had never done it that many times in one day.

I decided to take the long way home, going on the beach road. As I ran, I began to feel lightheaded. I figured I hadn't drank enough water.

I came to the houses that were spread far apart with trees and bushes separating the buildings. Each house looked about the same, give or take.

I sat down on the curb when my head started to hurt. This had never happened before, and I got scared. I was deep in the neighborhood by now, so I turned back to run home.

I was almost out of the neighborhood when I actually felt sick. I raced to a clump of bushes and threw up. I threw up three more times, not by my own doing, either.

I wiped my mouth on my sweatshirt, and shakily walked down the sidewalk. My head throbbed painfully and my stomach hurt. I threw up again, just making it to the trashcan on the corner. I tasted blood.

My knees buckled, and I leaned against a street lamp. My stomach and head both hurt terribly. This had never happen before since I had started. My skin was clammy.

I managed to get up and walk back home. I don't know how I did, considering I felt terrible.

Everyone was still asleep when I opened the front door. I glanced at the grandfather clock we had in the entry way; two forty-four in the morning. Dad wasn't home yet. I made my way to the bathroom and took a shower. When I glanced in the mirror, my cheeks were flushed.

I grabbed a thermometer and stuck it under my tongue while I put on my pajamas. After a few minutes I took it out and read, ninety-nine point eight. Great. I had a fever. We had an away meet today after school. I rubbed my face with my hands and went to my room.

I had never felt so sick in my life. I groaned; there was also a English test today! I couldn't spare a day to get well. I fell asleep for four and a half hours, and woke up at seven. Yvonne usually drove us to school, so I had an hour to get ready.

I slipped into my cross country uniform and threw on some sweats over it. It was raining; just the kind of weather I needed to heal. I took my temperature again before going downstairs. Still the same.

I went to the living room where my backpack was and made sure I had everything. Yvonne was up already and making breakfast. The smell itself made me feel sick. I sat down on the coach and got my phone out. I shot a message to Rob, which he answered rather quickly.

Me: why did u give R.H. my #?

Rob: u luv her

Me: no I don't

Rob: yes u do

I sighed and turned off my phone. Yvonne came into the living room, a plate in her hand.

"Want any breakfast? We have a meet today, so-"

I stopped her. "I got up early today and got something." I lied. I cleared my throat. For some reason my voice was raspy. Yvonne frowned.

"It took me forever to make these, Evan. You should at least try one."

I sighed. If I didn't, Yvonne would keep bothering me to death. I took the plate and stared at it. It was a pastry, filled with fruit. I looked up at my sister.

"What is this?"

"A crepe, goofy. Eat it! They are actually good." Yvonne let the room. I took a bite of the pastry. It was okay. I ate the whole thing so that Yvonne wouldn't yell at me for wasting food.

I took the plate into the kitchen and placed it in the sink. "Thanks, sis." I tugged her ponytail and left to the bathroom.

I turned on the shower and kneeled. A thought suddenly popped into my head. Why do I put myself through this?

I didn't want to be known as the school's fat kid. So I made myself throw up. There was red. I shivered.

I rinsed my mouth and face, and checked my temperature again. One hundred! I rubbed my temples as I left the bathroom. How was I going to survive?