The Emptiness

Down With the Sickness

I rushed to the bathroom and stuck my head in the toilet. Vomet flowed out of my mouth for the second time that day. I flopped down on the floor, pulled my knees to my chest, and brought my head to my knees. My heart pounded in my ears. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket.

I pulled my cellphone out of my pocket and pressed the green answer button on my crappy phone. "Hello?" I answered groggily.

"Dude. Or dudette." It was Amy. "Where are you?! Mr. Landsing is about to go straight into the girls bathroom to find you."

"I'm almost back. I threw up. Again. Amy, I don't know what's wrong with me!" I moaned into the phone.

"Well, I gotta go. We'll talk later, get back to homeroom." She hung up.

Yes, I was still in school. It was only the beginning of the day. Still homeroom. I didn't know quite why I was at school because I threw up twice already and in reality, I should I have been sent home. I kept thinking back to the day I got my cast taken off and the forced sex. Could I be...? No, no, no. It's not possible. I mean my period is at the end on the month so I wouldn't know yet. Almost the end of March. March 30th to be exact. But we used protection... Didn't we...?

I didn't want to think about it. I started walking back to class when I ran into a Fake. A Fake is someone with fake everything. Fake hair, fake nails, fake face, fake personality. And then I realized, it was Kaylee. Dragging a freshman behind her.

"Kaylee?"

"Loser." She smirked and tossed her platinum blonde hair over her shoulders. There was deffinately something wrong with her.

I ignored her while they walked off to the supply closet next to the girl's bathroom. I walked off towards my homeroom, not sure why, basically because, well, homeroom was almost over. I should've just head to art. But I clutched my hall pass and walked confidently into homeroom.

"Finally, Ms. Grey. I thought I would need to take a little trip to the girl's room. To find you, of course," a voice boomed. It was Mr. Landsing. A few snotty girls giggled. I heard Amy's signature scowl. I smiled slightly and took my seat next to her. I spent the rest of the class tapping my pen on my desk. I looked back at the clock; 8:29. I hoisted my bag up on my shoulder grabbed my ripped, old copy of Romeo and Juliet and headed for the door.

"Ms. Grey, what are you-" the loud ring of the bell intterupted him. I walked towards art, which I took two periods of, one in the beggining of the day and one at the end, and Amy headed towards her sophmore classes; after years of listening, I knew it was Social Studies.

I entered Art. A few girls surrounded me, asking me if I was alright because I had just gotten my cast taken off. I wanted to ask them how they knew, but I just gave them a tight-lipped smile and nodded.

There was two long tables, both covered in paint, with blue and orange chair surrounding them. I was good at Art, and had painted a mural of a gigantic green monster on the back wall. The other side was a copied painting from Vincent Von Gogh called Starry Night that Mrs. Russo had painted. The two other sides were from amauters who added whatever paintings (famous or not) to the wall. It was a special day in Art today; the art teacher's birthday. We always did something special on her birthday.

"Class! Class!" Mrs. Russo's Italian accent was strong. She was olive skin-toned, with black hair, and brown eyes. "Today," she started. "We are going to do whatever kind of art we'd like!"

I decided to paint. It was like a second nature to me. I dipped my brush in the black paint and swiped in across the paper. After minutes of painting a body had been painted out. The body was chained to a cement wall. Mrs. Russo's body shape blocked the light of the canvas. "That's amazing," Mrs. Russo's eyes twinkled in the dim light.