The Deep End

Chapter 16: Part 3

                            Friday

     Nico
Waking up from a nightmare was almost as bad as waking up from heavily drinking. Your brain doesn't remember anything from the night before, you feel sick to your stomach churn every second, your sweaty, and your clothes itch against your bare skin. Everything just feels like shit, and it doesn't go away until your anxiety is officially gone. The poor ghost boy laid there listening to the silence. He saw the time 4:37. There was no way he'd go back to bed now.
He quietly stood up careful not to make Mrs. O'Leary jump up, and get hyper. His parents have threatened him multiple times they would get rid of her if she ever disturbed them. When she was a puppy they never did though. They still had some heart left back then.
    Now. He wasn't so sure.
    As he wiped the sleep from his eyes he carefully twisted his bedroom door handle, hoping if there was a god he would make sure the door didn't creak.
    He made his way to the kitchen where he filled a pot with water so he could boil it. He had a coffee machine but that was Persephone's. Plus, it would make too much sound.
    He carefully picked up a random mug, pouring the instant coffee mix into the cup. The pot came to a good steam so he added it to the mug. Walking back to the bedroom.
    Even something he used to love left a sour taste in his mouth, it didn't sit properly in his stomach.

           CAUTION THIS MAY TRIGGER PEOPLE// SELF FORCED VOMITING
    He placed his mug on his bedside table, turning into his bathroom.
    The thin pale boy sat in front of the toilet. His mouth itching for what was about to come.
   Soon the burning liquid emerged from his stomach, the finger moved from the back of his mouth, and Nico vomited.