Prologue - Watch Me

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Watch Me – 3rd ~

Lying in bed, unable to move. She felt really hot, the doctor said she was to stay still in bed, but how long was she supposed to be like this? She can't even remember how long she had been there in her room. No one knows why or how she got sick. All she told them was she started to get a migraine but not all of the signs came, and was sick faster than when she usually get a migraine.

She started to breath heavily again, like she usually does when she knows she's about to be sick. She remembered that the sick bowl was to the right of her. She was lying on her back, so she had to force herself to turn to the right, just as she was about to be violently sick.

Her doctor came in seeing her half sitting up; just as she finished being sick. "What are you doing sitting up?!" he demanded.

She would have thrown a pillow at him for being rude and idiotic, but she didn't. It was clear that she didn't like her doctor very much. She moved the sick bowl. "I was sick," she explained. "The last time I was sick, I was weak. Now, I don't know how long I've been in my room, but I would like to have a shower, get dressed and have some food if you don't mind."

"You are not moving until I have checked you over," he said sternly.

Oh for god's sake! You don't live here, so you can't tell me what to do, she thought as she slowly got up and out of bed. "Really? Watch me." She pushed past her doctor, grabbing the towels from the back of the door.

After she sorted herself out, she went downstairs into the living room where her doctor had to wait until she had finished her breakfast before he could check her over.

Once he was done, he said, "Right, I have spoken to your mother and she agreed – after discussing it to her ex-partner – they agreed to my suggestion."

"Which is?" She asked, staring blankly at him, knowing that she wasn't going to like what her doctor was going to say next.

"You will be moving to a place near London when you finish college. It's a lovely place; you'll really like it there."

"Why?"

"Because living here, I believe, is stressing you out, especially with college."

"The only thing I'm stressed out about is my English in June, which is six months away."

"It's for the best, you need a fresh start."

"I had a fresh start when I moved here back in November two thousand and fourteen. I didn't like it at first, but I got used to it."

"You are moving and that is final!" The doctor walked over to the living room door. "End of discussion!" He said before walking out of the house, slamming the door behind him.

She went upstairs to her room so she can listen to her music to help her calm down. It was already stressing her out just thinking about moving. She really hated her doctor. ...........................

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