Behind the Fake Smile *completed*

Behind the Fake Smile Cp25

I heard the bathroom door open as I retched another mouthful of discoloured chunks. The smell, the appearance and the sound of myself throwing up made me feel more nauseous than ever. I felt someone pull my hair away from my face, which already had bits of vomit in it, and they began rubbing my back in small soothing motions. I stopped puking and stared into the toilet waiting for more to erupt from my mouth. Whoever was behind me soon left; leaving me feeling dizzy, dazed and sick. I closed my eyes.

"Here drink this," I looked up and saw Lizzie, her grey orbs filled with concern. "It will make you feel better," she shoved the clear, cold glass of water in my hand. Shaking, I took small sips readying myself to throw up again. I gave her the empty glass and closed my eyes, exhausted. "Are you alright?" she placed black nailed polish hand on my shoulder.

"Sorry I woke you," I ignored her question.

"What were you dreaming about?" She asked after a moment hesitation.

"I dreamt about me puking up," I said slowly. Well, it wasn't a complete lie.

She nodded slowly.

"Why?"

"You were shouting and screaming and then mumbling, you wouldn't stop tossing and turning. I'm not joking but I thought that you were possessed," she added in a quiet voice. I knew she was being serious but I couldn't help a small laugh. The door opened again and in walked an angry mother, she stared at us both on the floor.

"What the hell are you two doing?" she snapped at us through red, blood-shot eyes. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"About four in the morning," Lizzie shrugged and mum gave her a death stare. "Anna puked up," she quickly added to avoid being yelled at for her 'cheek'.

"Are you alright Anna?" all traces of anger left her voice and face as she quickly knelt by my side.

"I guess," I shrugged. "I feel really sick and I've got a pain in my stomach," I added realising that it was hurting a lot.

"Where about?" she asked, attempting to lift my top up.

"Mum!" I pulled my top down before she could get it higher than my navel. "I can just point through my shirt y'know!" I gave her an annoyed look but instantly regretted it. She meant well, I know she did... but still. "It's around this area," I indicated to her.

"Anna, that's your abdomen... where you inject yourself."

I looked down. "Oh yeah. What about it?"

Mum shrugged. "It can't be good though, just go sleep and let me know if it still hurts tomorrow."

I nodded and everyone went to bed. I heard dad snoring loudly from his and mum's room, as I passed John's room I heard gentle grunts. Lizzie fell asleep as soon as she hit the pillow and I'm presuming that mum did as well.

On the other hand, I tossed and turned trying to get myself comfortable but it seemed that no matter where I place my body and how I positioned it, my stomach- or abdomen- hurt a lot more than I was standing up or sitting down. Frustrated I sat up and the pain eased ever-so-slightly. Could I sleep like this? I wondered. I closed my eyes and hoped for the best...

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The next day, mum insisted on making me skip yet another day of school but all I really needed was to go to school like normal. I'm tired of just sitting in my bed and no doubt people will think that I'm skipping school because I'm embarrassed or even ashamed of my condition when in reality I'm not... I just don't want the whole world to know about it.