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(4) A bad feeling

⬆⬆⬆Zack's Theatre Room⬆⬆⬆

March 27th

I wake up the next morning with a particular bad feeling in my stomach. So bad that it immediately started to make me have a migraine and have my stomach feeling like it was twisted in knots.

I knew this feeling and I hated it. Unlike my mom and sister I wasn't a full witch, so I couldn't predict when something bad was gonna happen. They could see the future I could only feel it. They had it better. They didn't have to feel like their brain was being riped open and their insides were being torn apart by bugs. Descriptive I know.

I step out of bed and go down stairs. Screw clothes. When I get to the bottom of the stairs my stomach overwhelms with nausea and I pause and grip on to the stair rail with a firm grip. I breathe in and out trying to get the nausea to go away. And after a few minutes it does.

I go into the kitchen and see Zack getting out a bottle of Dr.Pepper. "Hey. What's wrong?" He questions when he sees me and immediately rushes over. "You look a little pale. Are you feeling alright?"

"Hmm." I hum. "Do you have a aspirin?"

"Yeah. What do you need?" He questions going over to the medicine cabinet. "Advil -" he starts to list more, but I hurry and grab the Advil from him and swallow to pills before going over to the fridge and getting a bottle of water and gulping it down.

Bad move.

I was halfway through the bottle when I felt my insides coming back up. I slam the bottle on the counter and make a run for the bathroom. I only make it about 5 feet, before I'm throwing up on Zack's wood floor.

Zack immediately rushes over and rubs my back with one hand and holds my hair with the other. About 3 minutes later I'm done throwing up.

"Yeah, your defentliy not feeling well." He concludes leading me away from the throw up. "Come on, lets get you in bed."

"No. I don't need-" I start to argue, but Zack just gives me a stern look.

"Your sick. You need your rest. Do not argue with me." He says in a deep tone leading me up the stairs.

I let him. When we get to our room he lays me down on the bed climbing in as well.

"What are you-" I start, but he just pulls me into his chest and running his fingers through my hair.

"Get some rest. I'll be here when you wake up." He repeats the same words he did last night.

"But-"

"Ssh." He says now rubbing my back and I don't argue anymore. Instead I snuggle into his chest and let the darkness consume me.

5 hours later I woke up to a once again empty bed. I felt a whole lot better than I did when I woke up this morning and wanting to keep that feeling I went into the bathroom and took a warm bubble bath.

When I got out I changed into a tank top and p.j. shorts. Knowing that I should probably just chill today I go up on the third floor where I find a theatere room. I go and sit in the front. I find the remote and go on Netflix. Not really feeling in the mood for what I usually watch I turn on Cinderella.

I must have fallen asleep, because when I woke up the tv screen was blank. Something most defentliy had changed, because the second I stood up I immediately fell back down losing my balance. Now my breathing was heavy and I felt weaker then a leaf in Chicago. I was also shivering like I just took a dive in the Alaska ocean.

I knew something was wrong and I needed to know what it was. So with all my might I stand up and try to go over to the wall. I ended up losing my balance and bumbing into the wall. By the time I exited the room I felt like I was on a tight rope in the sky, wearing high heels, and being blindfolded. My head was getting dizzy, and my vision was seeing triple, but even with that I try to walk down the stairs. When I finally get down the last set of stairs on the first floor my vision was getting worse and it felt like the world was crashing down. But despite that I still made it to Zack's office where he was at.

I open the door and walk along the wall to I reach his desk. "Hey." He said pulling me into his lap.

"Hey, can I call someone?" I asked. I needed to call my mom and find out if she saw something. The pain was never this bad and I couldn't take it anymore.

I noticed Zack's grip tighten on my waist a little. "Who you gonna call?"

"My mom." I say and I notice his face soften. "Please the pain has never been this bad before and my mom has some type of recipe that can soften it." I tell him which was true. Every time I got a bad feeling she would always make up a recipe that would help.

Zack face harden a little. "How much pain are you in?"

"100." I tell him and he lets out a sigh and pushes a phone toward me.

"Here. You know her number?" He questions and I nod, before dialing her number and putting the phone to my ear. A few rings later she answers.

"Hello?"

"Mom?"

"Lyra? Why are you calling me from a random number?" She questions.

"Mom is everything okay?" I ask dodging her question.

"Вы имено в виду рядом тне факт цто оба из мой доць иметь прошло самоволка?" (You mean beside the fact that both of my daughters have gone AWOL?)

"Какие?"(What?) Kayla не имеет приехать назад еще?"(Kayla hasn't come back yet?)

"No and honey are you feeling alright you sound...от?" She questions worridly. (Off)

"Actrally mom, I'm feeling sick like really sick." I elaborate and I see Zack watching me intently.

"What symptoms do you have?" She questions.

"All of them."

"Хорошо." (Okay.) "С Ваш не вот я косяк дайте вы все." She says and I roll my eyes. (Since your not here I can't give you anything.) "Но делать конец но вы есть много из сладости." (But make sure you eat a lot of sweets.) "Что зацем я всегда позволять вы есть мешки из иней когда вы почувствовал как это." (That's why I always let you eat bags of frosting when you felt like this.) "Это помогает держать тне боль в залив." She explains.(It helps keep the pain at bay.)

"Хорошо." (Okay.) I manage to say in Russian, before suddenly losing the grip on the phone and passing out.

I don't know how long it was when I woke up, but we weren't in Zack's office anymore. I was laying in my bed with my head in Zack's lap and he was softly running his fingers through my hair. "Hey, your awake."

"What time is it?" I groaned.

"9:26." I just groaned, my body completely week. "Here." He grabs what looks like a bowl of soup and helps me sit up. "You need to eat. You haven't eaten all day."

"Hmm." I hum, making no move to do anything. I was really tired and I just wanted to sleep. My eyes already closing and before I know it I have a warm sensation in my body.

I open my eyes and see Zack holding the soon up to my mouth. "I'm not a baby." I reply pushing the bowl away from me. Zack just moves it back and continue to feed me.

"I know your not, but you are sick and you haven't eaten. So your eating now." He says feeding me more.

"I'm not hungry." I mumble closing my eyes.

"Well your gonna eat and then you can go to bed. Deal?" He compromises. I don't respond and just let him feed me, already dripping into the darkness that is sleep.