Saving Evan

Chapter 13

Evan's P.O.V.
I got to school after eating a piece of toast and an apple. I was going crazy, trying not to escape my first period and go throw up.

I was sitting in photography class, but Robin was absent that day. I would have been talking to her, but none of my other friends were on this class. I remembered that I had God to talk to.

As I worked, I prayed. Help me control myself, Lord. I...it's so hard. Through the rest of class I was going berserk. As soon as the bell rang, I headed towards Ms. Iris's room.

Even though she had told me to call her Brooke, I didn't feel comfortable saying it.

I saw that the door was slightly opened, and entered. I was about to just go to my next class, because Ms. Iris was talking to...what!?! She was talking to Robin! Ms. Iris saw me.

"Hey, Evan! Come on in, I'm almost through here." she smiled. I sat down at the other desk in the corner and sat, pulling out my phone. I tried not to listen to Robin and Ms. Iris's conversation, but I couldn't help it.

"So when are you leaving again?" this was the counselor's voice.

"Near the end of April. My dad accepted a job in South Sudan." Robin said. I jumped. Sudan was in Africa! Robin was going to Africa!?! And after all she had helped me with?

"Wow! That's a ways away! Will you be staying there for the rest of your life, or just for short-term?" Ms. Iris sounded happy about it, but I was losing my sunshine quickly.

"I might never come back. Maybe to visit, but not to live." Robin sounded happy about it! It was to much for me. I stood up and left the room quickly. I kicked a locker as I walked down the hallway, know one hearing me anyway.

Everyone was leaving me. Yvonne was getting ready for college, my mom was already gone, and now Robin, my only real friend, was going to Africa next month. Hot, angry tears ran down my cheeks, and I found myself in front of the boys' bathroom mirror.

I stared at myself. I saw a miserable boy who looked as though he had just been through a rainstorm. On his face. I wanted to just go and lose my breakfast, but I wanted to get better. I had to.

A wave of emotions went over me, and I sat down against the cold tile wall. I cried, my head on my arms. I cried for my mom and sister. I cried for Robin. And I cried for me.

I finally controled my breathing and got up to wash my hands and face. My eyes were now very red and puffy. Ms. Iris would definitely notice. I shuffled out of the bathroom and back to the counselor.

I entered the room, my head down. Robin had left, and Ms. Iris was waiting patiently for me.
"Sit down." she gestured to the chair in front of her desk and I slumped down in it. "So, how is your log going?"

"Fine." My voice sounded flat and bland.

"Evan, is something wrong?" she asked softly. "It's what I'm here for."

I nodded, rubbing my eyes with my hand. I felt her touch my arm.

"Is it to awful to tell me?"

I shook my head. "I just...heard what you were saying with Robin, and...she's the only friend I have who listens...now she's leaving."

"Oh." she stared at her hands. "Yes, Robin is leaving in April. She might never come back."

"She was the only one who could listen to me and give me advice!" I was getting all mixed up. I was sad and mad, and it was all tangled up.

"Remember God can help you the most."

I shook my head. "If He cared, He wouldn't have taken my mom away. Now He's taking Robin. I might as well stop coming here all together."

I stood up. "Thanks for trying, Ms. Iris, but I can't be stopped." I grabbed my books and left, dumping my log in the trashcan on my way out.

"Please help him, Jesus. He needs you in his darkest hour..." I heard Ms. Iris's voice fade away. No. He doesn't care. I opened my locker and shoved my books in my backpack. I slung it over my shoulder and left school.

Yes, I left without permission. Yes, I left early. No, I was never going to see Ms. Iris again. Once I was off schoolgrounds, I ran. My body wasn't very used to this sudden need of energy, so I was getting cramps.

When I got home, dad was at work. Yvonne was at school, of course. I was alone. I threw my bookbag in the corner of my room and went down to the kitchen. I ate a sandwich and an apple. And a whole lot more after that.

I went to the bathroom, stuck a finger down my throat, and threw up. I didn't care anymore. If this was how I had to stay thin, fine.

I stood up from the tiled floor and rinsed out my mouth. A wave of dizziness went over me and I was over the toilet again, throwing up. I didn't feel good at all.

I went to my room groggily. I lay down on my bed and willed the cramps away, but they got worse. I was having trouble breathing in without it hurting.

I closed my eyes, but the cramps in my stomach were terrible. I sat up and placed my head on my knees.

For the next few hours, I threw up again and laid helpless in my room, cramps bothering me. I suddenly felt light and airy. I wondered if I had had enough water to drink that day.

I painfully made my way to the kitchen to get a glass. A hard pain hit my side, and with a glass in my hand I dropped to the floor. Pieces of glass cut into my hand and part of my face. My vision was getting fuzzy, then the world around me spun faster and faster and faster, until it was dark.