*Arthit's POV*
I get to school, I see my friends in our usual spot by the tree. I stay over at my parents on weekends, so, as it was Monday, I won't have to go back until Friday. I stop by on Wednesday's to put food in the fridge, but I'm only there for a few minutes.
As I walk towards them, I can see the surprised looks on my their faces when they realize I'm not late. I try my best to look tired as I walk over to them. I sit down, and discover something quite painful.
'My Dad must have gone too low.'
The new marks from yesterday stretched as soon as I sit down. I grimace slightly when I think no one's looking. Of course, Knott just HAD to look over at me at that exact moment.
"Hey, you okay? You got here early, which never happens, and you grimaced just now."
Knott sounds worried as he says this. Sadly, before I can reassure him that everything is okay, Bright walks up behind me and slaps me on the back, which causes me to grimace yet again, while saying,
"Yeah, who are you and what have you done with Arthit!"
"It's me you idiot. I'm not ALWAYS late! I can get here-yawn-on time too!
Knott looks at me, not at all reassured by my answer, and asks again,
"Arthit, are you sure your okay? You seem a little different."
Now on the outside, I look normal, but on the inside, I'm having a mental breakdown.
'What if he knows!'
He doesn't know.
'He might!!!'
He doesn't, don't worry so much.
'But-'
No! We're fine.
"Yeah, Don't worry so much, I'm fine. I just sat down to fast and it hurt."
I told him with a confident smile. Toota, who apparently found something very funny in what I said, whispered something into Bright's ear. Not a second after he was told this wonderful piece of information, Bright's face brakes out into a shit-eating grin and he starts to laughing hysterically. Knott, who overheard a small bit of what Toota said, sighs loudly and sits back on his chair just shaking his head like a disappointed parent.
"What's so funny, Bright?"
Honestly, I really don't care that much, but i was a little intrigued. Bright suddenly yelled,
"Did Kongpob go to HARD last night!!!!!!"
It was loud enough that anyone within 30 feet of them could hear it. Knott immediately started counting back from 10.
10...
"What-"
9...
"Did-"
8...
"You-"
7...
"Just-"
6...
"Say?"
5...
"Ummmm-
4...
"That I should run?"
3..
2...
1...
"Good choice"
0...
Bright immediately starts running away from me, and I stood up to run after him, as Arthit should, but as I get up to chase after him, I trip and fall face first onto the concrete.
"Arthit!!!"
My friends scream, sounding worried as hell. I got up to chase after Bright again, but a huge wave of nausea hits me and I slump into Knott, who had gotten up as soon as I fell.
"ARTHIT!!! ARTHIT! THit..Arthit...a rthit..arth....art...hit.."
There voices are getting farther and farther away as the ringing in my ears grows. I feel a warm substance run down my face... huh, what's that? My thoughts are very straightforward at this point, GET THE FUCK OUTA HERE!!! I push out of Knott's grip and start stumbling towards my dorm. I feel myself being pulled back by... someone. My vision is too blurry to see at this point. I realize they are trying to talk to me, but I can only make out a few words of what they are saying.
"...hurt...now...doctor...help"
My eyes widen at that one treacherous word, Doctor. I hate them and go to them as rarely as I can.
After wiping my eyes so I can see, I feel myself getting half carried half dragged somewhere. With a burst of adrenaline, I push out of their grip and run towards my dorm. I hear someone call out my name but I ignore them and keep on running.
When I'm almost there, I feel myself starting to get dizzy. I take the stares two by two and, after finding my room, unlock my door, step in, and close it behind me. I stumble over to my bed, fall on it, and immediately pass out.
So far, this day is not going as I hoped.
This story will be VERY slow in the beginning, please bare with me!!!🙏
-Par
(P.S. Comment any mistakes or suggestions please😊)
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