The Little Night Light

Chapter 11

The next morning I woke up with a splitting head ache and an upset stomach. To say I was miserable at school is an understatement. All I wanted to do for the entire day was go home. Study hall was a disaster. I had waves of nausea pass me every five to ten minuets. Every time someone tried to talk to me I would snap at them and surprisingly not on purpose.

As soon as I got to third period I was blessed with a missing Connor. Talk about God blessing the devil.

"Today will be another work day for your projects. Again, use your time wisely. Ah, Cybele, missing out partner I see."

"Yeah," I said ready to snap, "It's a shame really, I was going to kill him today so I wouldn't have to deal with him through this dumb ass project. To bad you'll be missing the show." The look on his face was priceless. I should've had my camera ready. He slowly walked away. Hopefully he would be leaving me alone for the rest of the period. I started to sketch out my rough drawing of a battle field hopping it would be enough for me to get a passing grade. I don't know why I really cared anyways. I might not be alive for when I graduate high school.

 I shrugged my shoulders at the finished sketch and was ready to draw the real thing, only my stomach thought differently. Fuck.  I cursed as I got up from my seat and signed myself out to go to the bathroom. My damn body couldn't get ahold of itself now could it? All heads turned my way as I made my way out the door. I walked as fast as I could wanting to make it in the stall instead of on the floor. Only when I turned the corner I bumped into someone and tumbled to the ground.

"I'm sorry," I rushed out as I began to run to the bathroom.

"Cybele! Come back! I can help you!" No you fucking can't.  I thought as I shoved the bathroom door open. No one was in the bathroom to my blessing, which made it all the more easier to go into the first stall and release whatever the hell was in my stomach. I gripped the seat of the toilet so tight I thought I was going to break it. Thank fully it didn't.

"Cybele? You ok in there?" I heard someone speak softy.

"Go away Connor," I moaned loudly resting against the side of the stall, only seconds later I released another load from my stomach into the toilet, "I don't need your help." In that moment in time, that might have been a lie. I looked into the murky water to see what had come out. To my horror and surprise, black gunk was crawling around the toilet bowl like a rabid animal.

"The poison, its coming out," I said to myself in horror. No one knows what happens when the poison starts to come out. All I know is that when someone at the camp had it, they were immediately kicked out for what ever reason. First you were cursed, then you lived with the curse, then the poison came out, then you were gone. Everyone that got the curse rejoiced. The poison had to come some time. It was inevitable. No one in camp noticed that when someone was about to be thrown out, they would beg to stay and live inside the camp. No one noticed but me, and that's the scary part.

"Cybele? I'm coming in now."

"No you're fucking not Connor, don't you know? This is the girls bathroom you dumb ass."

"I don't care if its the girls bathroom or not, I'm coming in."

"Just give me  a second," I wheezed as I threw up again, "I am ok. No need to come in." My stomach suddenly settled and the black gunk dissipated into the water. I gulped before flushing it down into the sewers, hoping it wouldn't bring any harm to anyone. I slowly stood up and pushed the stall door open, quickly making my way to the sink. I washed my hands and threw some ice cold water on my face. I then dried my hands and face before heading out the door. To my right was Connor, to my left was the classroom.