Drops of regret

Under the toll bridge

Damien left after I hurt him. I still felt pain in between my legs so I sat down. "I wish dad was still here" I thought to myself and closed my eyes.

I was being shaken. I quickly opened my eyes and saw my mother. "Christy? Why are you down here?" she asked me and kissed my forehead. I looked at her she was blurry and then felt a sudden erg to puke. I pushed her out of the way and ran to the bathroom.

Vomit spat out of my mouth. It burned my throat and it just kept coming out. "Mom" I said in a painful moan. She walked in and had a wet towel to clean my face. "What did you eat last night honey?" she asked running my back. "I didn't eat anything" I told her and she got me a glass of milk. "Here this will calm your stomach" she said and handed it to me.

Right when the milk slithered down my throat. My body spat it out.

"Honey I don't know what's wrong with you" mom said and left me in the bathroom.

I heard the TV talking.

A man was found dead at the end of smiths avenue and Mr. Damien king found him.

I shuttered at the sound of the TV. Then another round of vomit made its way up my throat. It won't stop. Till I dry heaved I knew I was so hungry and nothing was in my stomach. "Ah" I cried.

What is wrong with me?

My phone started vibrating on the coffee table. I crawled to it.

Hey beautiful meet me under the toll bridge ~Damien

I wondered if Damien might know what's wrong with me.