Beneath His Mask

Chapter 16- My Weaknesses

Helloooo humans

It feels like forever since I've uploaded on here, but I'm trying my best to at least twice a week. School is starting in a few weeks so I'm winding down and preparing, (booooo).

I reached 400 views which is actually crazy! The thought that my story was looked at 400 times is unfathomable... I thank you all so much. I plan to write on wattpad all the time and start tons of more books, so this will not be the last. 

I'm thinking we're getting maybe 1/4 through the book here? The chapters in the beginning were very short so now I'm working on making them longer which takes more time, hence the gap in uploads.

ENJOOOYYY :)

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"Owwwww," is my first thought and word this morning as I reach for my neck. 

The only way to describe the pain going through my body right now is to say that a cat crawled inside my throat while I was sleeping and scratched my throat out. Pleasant.

I groggily sit up as a wave of dizziness washes over me. Looking down, I realize my grey shorts and navy blue t-shirt is drenched in sweat. As is my forehead, which feels like it's on fire.

I'm sick.

This realization washes over me as I plop back down in bed, groaning in pain from the effort. It's only my third week here and I already got sick. 

I open my eyes to glance at my phone, which reads 3:30 am. When I was a kid my fevers would always hit in the middle of the night, and I'd call my mom into my room to soothe me. She's not here anymore- I realize faintly, turning over to get a more comfortable position.

I don't want to wake up my aunt, and my uncle is away on a business trip... so I'm on my own.

I slowly stand up, using the nightstand for support, and it instantly feels as if I was hit by a brick. Unsure if I can make it downstairs without passing out, I inch my way towards my door and practically crawl down the stairs like a cat. 

When I reach the bottom of the steps, I squint against the flashlight of my phone and go straight to the fridge where I get a glass of water. After downing the whole thing which makes my throat feel a little better, I head for the medicine cabinet and take out Advil and a thermometer. 

I take 2 pills, which slowly dance down my throat. It must be swollen...

My temperature reads 102.6, and I cannot believe I am actually standing up right now. I need rest.

I bring the glass of water back up to bed with me, follow by the thermometer, and lay back down immediately. I need sleep, and it hits me like stomach aches when I eat too much pizza. (#Noshame.)

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"Yea, she doesn't look too good," I hear my aunt say through my haziness. I suddenly become aware of the wet rag on my forehead.

I open my eyes and am greeted by my gorgeous and motherly Aunt Vicky, who I couldn't be more happy to see right now. Her green eyes are filled with concern as she sits on the edge of my bed.

"She just woke up. I called the doctor and he said she needs a parent to go to get her medicine..." my aunt trails off, removing the rag to feel my forehead. My eyes follow her hand as she does so. She's on the phone.

I close my eyes again to avoid the bright light coming from my window.

"Ok. I'll let you know." 

Aunt Vicky hangs up the phone and places the rag back on my head.

"It's 1:00. I went to the gym and came back to see you still weren't up, and that's when I saw the thermometer read 102.6. Are you doing ok honey? Did you take medicine?" Aunt Vicky asks me, handing me my glass of water.