𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄. ( 𝘫𝘰𝘩𝘯𝘯𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘺 )

You Are My Sunshine // Chapter One

I stumble over to the Curtis house, my vision blurry and my legs weak. My stomach churned with every step and my head ached more with every passing second.

My parents just got done beating the tar out of me and I managed to slip out of the door, heading for Ponyboy's house. He usually cleaned me up when I got hurt and I was glad because if it wasn't him of his brothers cleaning me up I'd freak out.

It felt like I was on fire and my legs burned for being on my feet, walking for what felt like forever. There house was a couple blocks away but I wasn't quite sure if I was going to make it to their house, I almost collapsed a few times already.

I stop walking and just stand on the sidewalk, swaying side to side. My breaths are shallow and I felt my chest tighten considerably.

My legs have out on me and I collapse onto the sidewalk, curling into a ball instantly. My stomach churned again and I began coughing loudly.

Everything in my body hurt so bad and it's nothing like I've ever felt before. I believe without the beating I would feel no difference than what I feel right now.

My eyes water and my breaths become shorter and shorter. I felt bile rising​ up my throat and I shook my head weakly, trying to keep it down.

My body wouldn't let me though, it wanted to release what was in my stomach. I didn't eat today so there wasn't anything even there to puke up.

My stomach twisted harshly and I coughed violently, turning in my side. I could taste the bile and I cough again, resulting in me throwing up.

I moved back slightly and rolled onto my back, my head hurt worse now and I wanted to die at the moment. The stars were bright and I shut my eyes, they were too bright for me to handle and it hurt my head more.

I started to sob loudly and my body shook with sobs and tears ran down my cheeks. I curled myself into a ball and continues to shake and cry, hoping someone finds me.

My breathing went from heavy and deep to shallow and slow within a matter of seconds. I knew what was going to happen and I turn back on my side and groan quietly in pain.

I threw up again and cough, not bothering to wipe my mouth off.  I was too weak to do so anyway, my body felt so heavy.

I curl myself up into a ball again and grip my stomach tightly, a sob escaping my lips. No one was outside and I knew no one would hear me sobbing in pain and my heavy, uneven​ breaths.

My eyes open slightly and I close them again quickly, whining at the brightness. The littlest thing that had the smallest amount of light hurt my eyes and my head.

I moved my hands up and grip my head, breathing heavily. I didn't know what was wrong with me and I didn't like whatever it was.

I felt awful before my parents even hit me, I felt like that when I woke up. Just thinking it was a cold, I shrugged it off and walked into the living room.

I could tell now that this wasn't a cold, it was worse than anything I've ever had before. I've only ever had colds but this was different and I knew I needed help even though I didn't want to admit it.

I hated asking for help, it made me feel weak and useless. The pain in my head progressed more and it felt as if someone was squeezing my head between their hands.

My stomach felt as if I was being punched several times and everything else just felt numb, my head and my stomach was all I could feel. Through all of this, I felt so tired but I couldn't fall asleep out here.

I had to get up and make it to the Curtis house where I could get help. Slowly, I tried to get myself standing again, only collapsing again onto the ground.

A moan of pain escapes my lips and I gave up, letting my body relax as much as this sickness would let me. My breathing slowly evened itself out and I just lay there.

I couldn't sleep though, the way my head throbbed and my stomach began churning again. I heard a car engine and my mind freaked out, only thinking the worst.

My eyes open again and bright lights shone at me, causing me to close my eyes again tightly. I knew instantly that nothing good would come out of this.

"Grease ball doesn't look too good," one of them says.

"Yeah. . . I-i don't think you should mess with him," another says. "He looks about ready to kick the bucket. . ."

"Yeah but why not help him get there," one says.

I felt a kick to my stomach and gasp loudly, letting out a small shriek. He did it again and I bit my lip, keeping my pained noises to myself.

"Shut him up," the main person says.

I heard a car door shut and I felt something being shoved in my mouth. It was a dirty tag that tasted of gasoline and oil, making me gag.

"There we go, now someone help me lift him up. I wanna try to get that jacket as dirty as possible," he states with a chuckle.

I move slightly and they grabbed my arms and legs, only moving me slightly. They drop me and my back stung, my jacket instantly soaking with whatever they dropped me in.

"Let's go, let grease here lay in puke," he says.

I hear more car doors and I hear them drive off, leaving me alone in the dark again. I let my eyes fall close and my limbs ache.

My energy was all gone now and I didn't bother to take the dirty rag out of my mouth. What was the point, no one would hear me calling for help anyway.