The Outsider

Sickness

"Daddy, I said I'm fine." I whined as my father put yet another heavy quilt on me.

"You're burning up, sweetheart." He told me as he tucked the blankets tightly around me.

"That's because I have like a hundred quilts on. Daddy I need to chilled. Please. Let me take a a colder shower or something." My father sighed, but pulled the covers back. I got home early from school after lunch. I had a 103 temperature, which meant I needed to go home. I felt like I was inside a sauna or something. I felt so nauseous and sick. I was shaking all over and my heart was racing.

"Well... maybe I should take you to the hospital or-

"No!" I all, but yelled causing my father to look at me in concern. "I have a huge fear of hospitals. People go in and they come out worst than before. No way. Nu-uh I am not going to some hospital. I'm going to take a cold shower and bury myself in ice cubs." I told him before walking into the bathroom.

"Sweetheart, you're burning up." He called through the door as I hoped into the ice cold shower. it felt amazing against my burning skin. I slid to the floor and allowed myself to just sit underneath the shower head.

"I'll be fine dad. It's probably just a flue."

"Amelia-

"Daddy, I said I'm fine, so just drop it." I didn't mean to snap, but I just... I felt so angry. Angry at being sick, angry at my dad's concern, angry that Bella's stupid ugly hair was caught up in the drain. I was just angry.

"Amelia." My father sighed from behind the door. "You need to see a doctor." I felt a growl come from deep in my throat.

"I don't want a damn doctor dad! I told you I'm fine!" I yelled at him, my heart pounding in my chest, and my entire body shaking.

"Okay.... I'll just leave you alone." My father's voice was filled with hurt and sadness, causing regret to take hold of me. My body stopped shaking and instead tears rolled down my face. My anger replaced by regret. I shouldn't have yelled at him. I never yelled at him before. He didn't deserve that.

I let out a heavy sigh before I started washing up.

~

I spent most of that afternoon in the shower, just trying to cool off. I finally came out when someone else knocked on the door. "Dad?" I questioned as I wrapped the towel around myself.

"No, it's me. Are you almost done in there or not? You've been in there for hours and I have to shower to you know. You better not have used all the hot water. Are you even listening to me, Amelia." Came the snappy voice of my sister. My anger resurfaced and I growled.

"Bella, leave me the fuck alone!" I yelled at her.

"Excuse me?! Amelia open this goddamn door now or I'll tell dad. He's already mad at you!" She yelled at me. My anger sky rocket and my fist collided with the door. The door shook on its hinges as I hit the door. The door cracked and I saw my fist had made a great size dent into it. "Amelia!" My sister yelled. "Dad! Amelia just punched the damn door! She frecken broke the door!" I growled. She was only making me angry. My fist collided with the door again, making an even bigger dent. My sister screamed as I kept hitting the door over and over again.

"What's going on?" My dad yelled over my growls and punches.

"Amelia keeps punching the damn door!" Bella yelled as I pulled my fist away from the door. I was shaking all over and breathing heavily.

"Amelia?! Amelia open this door now!" He yelled at me and I felt myself tear up. My father was yelling at me. What the hell was I doing? I got dressed and put the towel in my hair as I opened the door. He gave me a look as he pushed past me and looked over the door. Bella smirked and walked into her room. "Damn it Amelia." Tears ran down my face.