𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝔾𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤 ➷ ℙ𝕙𝕒𝕟

. 3 .

Dan's P.O.V.

I finally decide to stand up and head to the bathroom, in the case I do end up puking. I limp through the vacant hallways and walk inside the empty bathroom.

I open one of the stalls and lazily slide onto the ground.

Hot tears fall from my eyes as I am just suddenly overcome with sadness.

I try to wipe away the tears, but they're falling faster than I can wipe them away.

I hate that I'm so weird and different from everyone else. I hate that I have this stupid disease that makes me so strange. It makes me so sad. Both physically and mentally.

Normal seventeen-year-olds aren't 4'11. Normal seventeen-year-olds don't break bones at least once a month. Normal seventeen-year-olds don't have to worry if they're going to trip because they might break something. Normal seventeen-year-olds aren't mistaken for a child on a daily basis.

My tears turn into full-on sobs. My breathing becomes erratic as I sob into my arm, trying to silence myself.. I get a sick feeling in my stomach as it gets harder to breathe.

I quickly lean over the toilet and puke out my empty stomach. I grab some toilet paper and wipe mouth, throwing it in the toilet and flushing it.

I sigh as I lean my head back against the stall door. The tears stopped flowing, but I feel just as awful. Maybe even worse.

I quickly realize I was supposed to be in class, and my eyes widen with panic. I was barely ever late! It was probably halfway through History by now. I stand up, opening the stall door.

I look in the bathroom mirror, looking at how red and blotchy my cheeks were. I looked awful. It looks so obvious that I was crying. I might as well report sick to the nurse, I did puke.

I make my way to the nurse's office, making up some stupid story about I wasn't watching where I was going and tripped on a table leg and it made me fell sick. Telling her Jackson did it would just make him be meaner.

She allows me to go home, emailing my teachers that I would be going home and that I have a good enough reason.

I pack up everything I needed for my homework in my backpack and start the eight-minute walk to my house.

My mom wouldn't be home for a while, she's at her job working most hours of the days. She tries to stay as late as possible to earn more money for us.

Her work hours usually spanned from 6:30AM to almost 10:00PM on most nights.

My dad wasn't exactly present in my life. After he had found out I was diagnosed with OI, he left. Just like that. He said he didn't want a 'defective' child running around the house.

What was basically overnight, he packed up everything and left. I don't remember too much about him, because I was diagnosed super young.

I take out my house key from my bag and unlock the front door. I step into the house and close the door behind me, locking it again.

Our house was never the fanciest. We had the first floor, then a staircase down to the basement. I walk down the stairs toward the basement, since that was where I usually hung out and that was where my bedroom was.

I carefully walk down the stairwell, holding onto the railing as I walk down. I would not want to fall down this many stairs. Being the next Kathleen Peterson would not be good. At least no one would've pushed me.

I reach the bottom and flip on the basement light switch. It was terrifying in the dark. I turn left toward the lounge area.

I take my backpack off my back and place it on the couch. I sit down beside it and decide to go ahead and do my homework. It wasn't much and it's better to get it over with.

After about an hour of homework-doing, I finally finished up. I take out my phone and check the time: 2:13PM. Normally I would be super close to getting out of school, which was usually at 2:30PM.

I grab the TV remote and flip through the channels. I came across a nature documentary about foxes. Deciding that would be fine, I set the remote down and settled in the watch some informative TV.

I'm one of those weird people who actually enjoyed watching documentaries. It could be about almost anything and I would enjoy it. I did have my favorites though. I mainly loved nature documentaries and documentaries on crimes or some serial killer. Two very opposing topics, but both very interesting all the same.

I wait around watching TV and browsing the internet on my laptop until about 9:00PM.

I yawn starting to get tired. Yeah, 9:00PM is an early time to go to bed or whatever, but sleep is my best friend. I've got nothing better to do.

I turn off the TV and close my laptop. I head over to my bedroom, which was also in the basement, and turn on my room light. I shut the room door behind me.

I plug my phone into it's charger and play some soft music so I don't have to lay there in silence.

I turn on my lamp so I wouldn't sleep in complete darkness. I hated the dark. It made me feel super unsafe.

I change into some comfy pajamas and turn off the light. My room is illuminated by the soft glow of the lamp.

I slide into my comfy bed, pulling the covers over my body. It got quite cold in the basement at night, no matter the season. It was definitely the con of having my bedroom down here.

I snuggled up under the covers and shut my eyes. My headache has died down a bit and will probably be completely gone by morning.

I fall into a peaceful slumber, awaiting the next day.