Lovely Desire

Sickness

Sickness

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              MY stomach felt like it was caving in on itself. My head hurts and sweat kept breaking out on my forehead. My temperature was a high 102 and I was stuck rolled up in covers. It’s been exactly two days after I caught Trent with the raven haired beauty. My heart hurts more than the rest of my body because of that. No matter what I did, or ate, I was the same – sick and dry heaving over the toilet. My mother was worried and wanted to take me to the doctor, but I told her I was fine and probably caught something.

            I was glad for the sickness because I didn’t have to go to school and see Trent’s beautiful face. I still had to have two weeks of detention with him, but right now I was determining whether or not I should even go. I should admit to my mother that I was indeed irresponsible and just stay home and roll in my sickness. Even though the idea of not seeing Trent sickened me more than this virus that I had.

            I rolled over on my side and grabbed my stomach. I could feel throw up threatening to come up. I got out of bed and quickly rushed to the toilet. I closed the bathroom door behind me and puked up my guts. I held my stomach and threw up everything I ate today. Tears streamed down my face as I leaned against the toilet – thinking. How the hell did I even get this virus? Was it the food I ate at the coffee shop? Or was it the food I ate at Josephine’s? I had no clue, but I never threw up like this in my life.

On one occasion, when I was six, I had bad stomach flu and started puking everywhere. But it didn’t even compare to this. It felt like a knife was stabbing me on my lower abdomen. It was sharp like a razor and hurt like hell. I yelped out and clawed at my stomach as if I can scratch the flu out of me. More tears streamed down my face, my body shook with new tears.

            Even though I was in so much pain, my mind went right back to Trent. I wanted to see him and I wanted him to make me better. But I knew he didn’t want to see me. I was probably the last face he wanted to see. I was a fling. I knew I was. It was simply impossible for a hunk like Trent to actually want me. I was nothing special. Honestly, I wondered why Trent even wasted his time to even make out with me. But he did stop. Maybe that was when he realized I was too ugly to sleep with.

My stomach groaned and my headache accelerated at the thought. I turned around and puked again in the toilet.

            Tears streamed down my face again, and I wiped it away with the back of my hand. I was a mess. A huge mess and where was Trent Lawrence? Probably having a romantic evening with the raven haired beauty. I puked again at the thought.

Why did I have to be so foolish as to make out with my History teacher? Why couldn’t I have listened to the rational part of me and not make out with him. Now I was a broken hearted girl. I choked on a sob and started coughing.

            I wiped my tears away and rolled up in a ball on the cool tiled floor. The coolness helped to settle my stomach a bit. I wrapped my arms around my torso and closed my eyes. I needed a good night’s sleep. Nothing more, but a good night’s sleep. I needed to rest my eyes and my mind, and most importantly – my heart. I needed to sneak into my dream world and be happy. I wanted to dream of me and Trent Lawrence together, wrapped up in a blanket after making love.

The thought of it seemed to make my stomach better, and make my headache go away. So I kept thinking about it. Me and Trent, making out, having a great time without the raven haired beauty. I sighed, satisfied and fell asleep.

            I woke up to banging on the door. Ever since I got sick, a banging on the door would make my head hurt even more, but at this point it felt like my headache was gone. It was there, I could still feel a bit of a pressure on my brain, but it wasn’t as bad as it was yesterday. My stomach felt better too. It was like a dull pain in my lower abdomen and not a sharp razor like pain. When I touched my forehead, there was no sweat dripping down my face.