She'll kill you, Liam. MY SUBCONSCIOUSNESS SCREAMS into my head.
A strawberry fragrance slides through my nose as I stepped in. I looked around the room and I notice everything here is almost white.
A closer look at her bed, I realise she's covering herself with a white blanket. Everything is fucking white. She's really a psychopath.
I moved closer to her bed to take a better look at her. Her sweaty forehead is squeezing up and her brows are furrowed in a way. She was drooling like a baby and it's hard to look past that.
Witches do drool, I guess.
"Vi-Violet" I quietly called her name but she was fast asleep. I bent down and bring my hand to her forehead. It feels hot that summer. She's fucking burning up. I should have known something was up this morning. She's just being stubborn when she told me she was fine.
"Violet" I called as I gently rock her so she could wake up.
She squinted her eyes open, looking confused as she tries to sit up. I gently grab her by the elbow, trying to help her get up but she yanks her elbow away immediately.
"Don't fucking touch me. What are you doing in my room?" She says weakly, coughing a little right after.
"Um...you're burning up" I say. I should be running for my life right now but I'm not.
"What are you doing in my room?"
"Checking up on you." I shrug my shoulders. "And apparently, you don't look too good"
"I'll be fine, you can get out now" She pulls her cover a little bit over to herself.
"Don't be stubborn, let me-" I'm caught off by my fucking sneezing before I could finish up. I looked behind Violet and there it is. The reason for my sneezing.
The fucking cat. Ugh.
I tried to be calm as possible so I don't have to kill the cat if I have the chance.
"Let me help you" I want to take care of her even though I don't know what to do. I haven't been in a situation like this. Taking care of someone. It's never been my thing.
"I'll be right back" I say as I rush out of the room and make a call to someone.
"Hey"
"Hello Liam." the sweet voice says.
"I need your help with something-"
"Oh no! Liam. Don't make me work today" she cuts me off before I could finish. What the hell is she talking about? I'm not that crazy to make her work on weekends when I know she's been working late for the past few weeks.
"I'm not calling to talk about work, Reese" I bark at her. She must be crazy to think I'm calling to talk about work. I don't even care about work anymore.
"Oh..." she trails off.
"I think my roommate has got a fever. I'm not sure of what to do. I know she needs to take some pain relieve or something but I'm not sure of what else to do"
"Hmm...make her some soup. Chicken soup is good"
"Chicken soup?"
"Yea."
"So how am I suppose to make that?" I know how to cook some stuffs and also bake but not fucking chicken soup.
"You'll need chicken, carrots, onions and few other things. Go check the fridge and see what you can find. Call me back and I'll tell you how to get it done"
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General Fiction"As long as you're in those memories, I can endure the pain" Violet Harwood thought her life was perfect and would be free of drama with no man in it. All she wanted was take pictures for Instagram and probably finish college in no time. But her pe...
