Quirks Of Being A Queen Bee ✔ COMPLETED ✔

Chapter Eighteen

Tomorrow was not better.

I woke up, my head spinning, and my vision swimming. I basically got up, sat up in my bed, then lurched all over my bed sheets.

Wonderful way to start the day.

Mom came rushing in, her eyes wide, and saw me sitting there, crying. I was crying, not because of what had caused me to throw up, but because I felt bad making her work even harder, cleaning up my puke, and because bile stung the back of my throat. She swapped my bed sheets with clean ones, put me back to bed, then called into work to take the day off.

"No!" I exclaimed, as soon as she hung up. "You have to work! Daddy's medical bills-"

"Sweete, a day or two won't hurt. We're well off with cash, anyway. And your father is going to be fine." She said, nose in the air. "Now, go back to bed. We'll take you to the doctor's in the afternoon."

The moment my head hit the pillow, my heavy eyelids clamped shut, and I dreamt. I dreamt of Alex: his smile, his laugh, him wishing me to get better - until I realised in the dream, as he leaned forward to kiss me, I wasn't me, I was Heidi.

I couldn't bring myself to wake up. I just couldn't. The dream repeated over and over again, each ending even worse than the last. One dream consisted of me - as Heidi - walking down the aisle in a great big, fancy white dress, and in the front row, from Heidi's point of view, I saw me crying, and, as Heidi, I laughed. Alex, in his tuxedo, joined me, laughing, then leaned forward, bonding both of them in marriage. When I woke up, it was one in the afternoon, and even though I was now well-rested, I was groggy and light headed. There was a tapping on the door and my mom came in, holding a tray of soup and bread and hot lemon. "Hey, sweet pea." She placed the tray down on my bedside table. "We'll head to the doctor's in about an hour, alright?" I nodded, groaning. My throat was on fire, and it burned. My head swam and my vision was out focus. I wasn't hungry. My stomach was empty, but I wasn't hungry.

My body wanted to eat, my brain wanted the energy, I knew I ha to, but I just didn't want to. I scowled at the soup.

"You have to get something in that tummy, Ashley." My mother chided. "It'll do you worse not to eat."

So I forced myself to take a chunk of break and dip it into the creamy, aromatic cream of sweet corn soup. My mouth dried up looking at it. "Ugh."

"Eat it!" My mother urged. So I sighed, forcing myself to hold everything down and swallow all of the good. I drank up my hot lemon and sighed, crawling back under the duvet. I felt horrible. I felt like my body was preparing itself got death.

Maybe it is, I thought. Maybe the world hated me enough to kill me.

"Come on after you're done go take a shower and get dress". Mom instructed as I groaned reluctantly.

-"Oh and Ash, do something with that hair on your head, wouldn't want the media to know about Queen Bee's bad hair day now, would we?" Her lips curled up in a lop-sided smile.

Queen bee my foot, I thought.

She closed the door behind her and made her way down the stairs.

I rolled over, stretching my whole body out on the bed, looking up towards my ceiling.

I really loved staring at my ceiling.

The artist had perfectly drawn on a beautiful galaxy of stars up there, each one of them so perfectly shaped and colored.

They were so full of light, so full of happiness, unlike me.

There were those big, bright gold ones alongside them were small tiny ones all circling the big ones, making it the most beautiful galaxy of stars I'd ever seen, considering that I hardly even see any stars here at night in Chester's ville.