-Janiel One Shots-

-I'm. fine...-

I am dying and I'm trying

But believe me I'm fine

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But I'm lying

I'm very far from fine

-Third person-

Daniel smiled at his friends as he walked away to go to the bathroom.

He quickly ran through the empty halls, tears flooding his eyes. Quickly swiping them away as he entered the bathroom, locking himself in a stall.

Daniel bent over the toilet and stuck his fingers as far as he could down his throat, gagging and then puking up all of his lunch. He brushed away the remains of throw up around his month with his long sleeved shirt and leaned against the door, hot tears running down his cheeks.

Daniel sat there trembling and crying in the bathroom stall trying to gather his thoughts.

The lunch bell rang, signaling lunch had ended.

He unlocked the bathroom stall and looked at his puffy eyes in the mirror and taking some cold water, washing his face.

Daniel plastered a fake smile on his face and walked out of the bathroom.

Joey, Daniel's boyfriend, ran up to him and attacked him with kisses. Daniel kissed him back, giggling at the cute boy, that he knew loved him so much. He mentally cursed himself for not taking a breathe mint before he left the bathroom, when Joey looked at him with sad eyes.

-Daniel- (same time i left off)

"Hey baby. How was your lunch?" Joey asked flashing me one of his famous grins.

"Good," I lied, and guilt started to pool up in my stomach, making me want to vomit.

Joey and I had different lunch periods, so he made sure to check up on me when we had the same class for our sixth period.

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The rest of the day went by like a breeze. It mainly consisted of my almost daily routine of saying I had really bad allergies whenever people would asked me about my eyes. And every time I lied Joey would frown, but he would never say anything about it.

My stomach grumbled when Joey and I were sitting on a grassy hill in front of the school.

"Here eat this Danny," he pulled out a bag of what used to be my favorites chips and placed them in my hands.

I slowly opened the bag my hand shaking as I grabbed a chip. All of the I dropped the bag and shook my head trying not to cry, "Joey I can't I'm so sorry."

"No no you don't need to apologize," Joey said kindly, rubbing my back.

"Joey I really don't feel well I'm gonna walk home." I said with a frown.

"Okay stay safe then." Joey smiled and ran a hand through his hair, a worried look in his eyes.

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I finished my dinner quickly and excused myself into my bedroom. I promised myself I wouldn't throw up my food and I would go to bed like any healthy person would do.

Even though the time was 7:00 p.m. I changed from my school closed and brushed my teeth.

The front door opened and closed indicating my mom had left to go to work for the night and I was home alone.

I bundled myself up in my bed sheets and shifted in my bed trying to get comfortable.

I decided I would stay up a little later, so I swung my legs to the edge of the bed.

I stood up and started to feel light headed, I quickly walked down the stairs and it the kitchen, my legs feeling weak.

I opened up my pantry finding something to eat, but my hands started to shake and my head to pound excessively.

My vision started to fade in and out and I knew I was going to black out...