Sing To Me(im5 fan fiction)

Chapter 13- Battle Against Myself

I sat in my room, trying to figure out a way to fix this. I felt horrible about the whole situation, and my anxiety is getting stronger, which causes my chances of becoming sick to rise. I haven't eaten, hoping that having no food in me will help me avoid getting sick. Unfortunately, it's no use. I fell the familiar burning in my throat, and I bolt to the bathroom. I rush in, and close the door behind me, locking it. As I was rushing to the bathroom, I saw Cole out of the corner of my eye. The smile dropped from his face as he realized what was happening to me, and he tried to catch up with me, but the door already closed.

I fell to my knees in front of the toilet, and my shaky hands are fumbling to tie my hair in a ponytail so as to not ruin my newly washed hair. I fight to keep it down, but the burning is too much to handle. My stomach feels as if it's being burned on the inside of me, and I lose the battle against myself. My eyes shut tightly as my stomach's contents release themselves from my body. After a few sessions of this, I notice banging on the door.

"Faith, let us in!" Cole is calling from the other side of the door.

----COLE'S POV----

I was hanging with the guys in the living room, watching Batman: The Dark Night for the millionth time. Normally Faith would be sitting next to me, but she was up all last night worrying about the whole Simple Symphony thing, and now she's catching up on missed sleep. I feel bad, she's not used to being the cause of trouble. In fact, she hates being the cause of almost anything.

At a rather bleak part of the movie, I decide to get up to get a drink. I reluctantly get my lazy butt up off the couch and start to make my way to the kitchen. As I turn the corner into the hallway, I see Faith rush into the bathroom, a look of pure terror on her face. I know that look. I rush after her, but the door is closed. I try to open the door, but it's locked. I start to get worried, and begin banging on the door frantically, hoping she will open the door. The other guys heard my banging and made their way down the hall. I turn to them, and they instantly realize what's happening. I keep banging on the door, with all the guys behind me.

A million thoughts are running through my head. What if she is really sick? What if her health is at stake? I knock desperately, wanting nothing more than for her to come out.

"Faith, let us in!" I begged, praying for her to walk out the door.

"I have an idea!" Gabe says, running into the kitchen.

"Dude, so not the time for a snack!" Will calls after him.

He returns about 30 seconds later, with a thin piece of wire with a loop on the end. He walked in front of the door and slid the thin end into a small hole in the middle of the door knob, just big enough to fit the wire. He turned it, and the door clicks. He turns the knob, and the door swings open. I rush in, and see Faith unconscious on the floor. I pick her up, and carry her out into her bedroom. I laid her on the bed. All the guys piled in behind me.

"What should we do?" Gabe asked, running a hand through his hair nervously.

"I'll go get a damp cloth for her head." Dana said, before bolting out of the room.

He came back 30 seconds later with a damp towel. He handed it to me, and I laid it on her forehead. I was so worried. My thoughts instantly filled with possibilities of the worst. I felt a supporting hand on my shoulder, and looked up to see Dalton standing over me.

"Don't worry dude, she's gonna be fine." He said, before smiling at me and leaving the room.

All the other guys followed him out, until it was just me and Faith. I took a minute to really look over her. Her face was pale, and she seemed thinner than she was. I could tell this was really getting to her. The best thing about her being asleep is that she seemed peaceful. I saw a stray piece of hair on her face, and I lightly pushed it behind her ear. When I did, the faintest smile crept across her face. I smiled at that, and sat in a chair in her room. I wasn't leaving until she woke up.

Through the thin curtains covering the small window, I was the sun setting. It made me forget about everything going on. I felt my eyes get heavy, and after a battle against myself, I drifted to sleep.

---4 HOURS LATER---

My eyes fluttered open, and I was greeted by the faint rays of the rising sun. I wanted to go back to sleep, but I remembered about Faith, and decided to check on her. I stood from the chair, and walked over to the side of her bed. She seemed less pale, and was still smiling. Seeing her smile made me feel special, like she was smiling for me. I lightly touched my hand to her forehead, and felt that she no longer had a temperature. When I pulled my hand away, her eyes fluttered open. At first she seemed nervous, but then she calmed down. After everything came back to her, she started to freak out. I sat down on the bed, and pulled her into a hug, wrapping my arms around her shoulders.

"What are we gonna do?" She asked, crying into my shoulder.

"Don't worry about it, we'll figure it out. I promise." I replied.

She nodded, and I comforted her. After a few minutes, she pulled her head off my shoulders, and wiped her eyes.

"You ok?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm good." She said a faint smile spreading across her face. "Can we get something to eat?"

"Of course we can.