The bell resounds throughout the school breaking Adeline and me away from the sweet bubble of happiness we were wrapped in. I groan as I get up and pack my books. Thank the lord! There is only one period left for the day to get over.
"We didn't really study anything" Adeline remarks while shutting her physics book and staring at it in disdain.
"It's okay we still have about two weeks till the exams" I reassure her
"No, there's only one week left Ellie" she corrects me casually
"What?" I shriek in surprise and she takes out her cellphone and shows me the timetable of the exams. "Oh My God! And all this while I was thinking we still have two weeks left" I exclaim in bewilderment.
That's terrible! I still have a lot of lectures to catch up on. Don't even remind me of the amount of lectures I missed, thanks to staying in the hospital for so long. She pacifies me as we walk out of the library. I only have one psychology lecture to attend before the day gets over.
We are walking through the hallways of our high school and everything is merry until all of a sudden nausea takes over me.
I can feel the bitter bile in my stomach that makes me want to puke. And the feeling of nausea unwillingly filling me sends tremors through my body. I don't have the time to think or say anything so I just rush to the nearest ladies washroom. Adeline picks on my odd behavior immediately and chases after me. I find a stall that is empty and fling the door open. I stumble on the ground puking my stomach's content and with all my strength shut the door to save everyone from the disgust. I have barely eaten anything so every time nausea hits me it's like a punch in the stomach that knocks the wind off me.
My legs have given up on me as I sit crouched on the floor dry heaving until the wave of nausea has been completely washed out. Every time that I puke, my stomach tears itself open. I feel like I am being eaten inside out. The stench that accompanies only makes me cringe further as I flush everything out. With every ounce of strength in me I get up.
When I open the door, I see a worried Adeline pacing back and forth
"You okay?" she asks me taking a deep breath to calm herself and pretend to be brave.
"I just puked" I tell her trying to casually pass the information to her.
"Blood?" she asks, the lines of worry on her face as defined as ever. Guilt clogs me. How many times have I made Adeline go through a literal heart attack because of me? I remember how it felt when my body gave up on me, and I crashed into nothingness for a while. A selfish part of me enjoyed the numbness of the situation and the lose grasp of life on me. The ability to lose the feeling of my thoughts and emotions again. But I have never thought how it feels like to be on the other side. How it feels like to receive the dreadful call in the peace of life informing you that your best friend has been rushed to the hospital. Or how it feels to be lingering in the waiting room for hours praying for someone you love to finally regain consciousness. Oh! The agonizing wait I have put her through.
"No I didn't puke blood" I tell her and there is a momentarily flicker of relief that is lost before being found.
"But you have barely eaten, it's not normal to puke now" she tells inspecting me to see if I am telling the truth.
"I don't know Adeline" I tell her clueless.
"I think we should go to the medical room, jut for safety" she advises me.
"No, not again. Please" I beg her and the sudden force hits me again, this time more violent and strong. I feel my knees buckle under my weight until I free fall and crash onto the ground.
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Another Broken Smile
Teen Fiction"And maybe it is just too late for you to come around, looking for the girl with the glass slipper..." The last year of high school before Ellie gets to finally leave everything behind her and chase her dreams. Her evil stepmom, stupid school, f...
