Let Me Out

Chapter Seven

"You look like shit." Alex commented as I sat next to him on the bus.

"I feel like it too."

"You okay?"

I looked over at him. "Do I look okay?"

"No. You look like shit."

I rolled my eyes at him, but didn't reply.

"Why'd you come today if you feel so bad?"

"I hate getting sick. So I tried to convince myself that I'm not sick, so I decided I'd go to school....you know, cause I'm not sick. I'm perfectly fine."

"You are sick, and you're also very stuborn."

"Mhmm." I rested my head on Alex's shoulder and closed my eyes, wanting nothing more than sleep.

"Aw, how cute! Little miss emo freak over here is totally dating Mr. Emo freak!" Maria, the school bitch, giggled.

Me and Alex ignored her.

"So Wynter, you planning on making ugly little emo babies with emo boy over here?" Maria asked, winking.

"Go away, Maria."

"Aw, am I bothering you?"

"Ha, yeah that's an understatement."

"Huh. Oh well, but you and emo boy won't last. One of you will get so depressed and kill yourself, which will cause the other one to get super depressed and do the same. Maybe that'd be a good thing though...."

I looked her straight in the eye and said "Fuck you, Maria. Why don't you go fuck Johnny or someone? Or wait, wasn't that the guy you used last week? Who's your boy toy this week?"

She looked astonished, and completley pissed off. I smiled at her untill she walked away, which was when I rested my head on Alex's shoulder again. He was silent, but he wrapped his arm around my waist.

My stomach churned and I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to get the sick feeling to go away. Alex looked at me, worry written in his eyes, and I tried to smile at him. He didn't buy it.

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"Miss Locks, are you feeling alright?" My geomitry teacher, Mrs. Evans asked me.

I shook my head no and she told me to head to the nurses office.

"What seems to be the problem?"

"I feel like I'm about to barf my guts out."

She nodded. "Take a seat and I'll take your temperature."

I sat down on one of the two chairs and rested my head against the wall, inhaling deeply. She put a thermometer under my tongue and then my vision started to blur. I closed my eyes and then opened again, my vision back to normal. But then I heard the screams of my family. I shook my head back and forth and sweat starting dripping down my forehead.

"Honey, it looks like you have a minor fever." She said.

I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror across the room. My eyes were blood shot and my hair was sticking to my face due to the sweat. I was about to look away when my mothers dying image appeared in the mirror, staring back at me, screaming for my help. I started trembling rapidly and a tear trickled down my cheek.

"Wynter?!" The nurse gasped when she saw me.

"Are you okay, sweetie?!"

"Call Pam." I croaked.