The Love I Never Gave-Maylor

Sickness

The Next Day

Eyes squinted and opened, revealing the door that had been shut on me last night, but this time it was open and free of anyone inside. Nausea lingered bt it wasn't as bad as yesterday, the only sort of discomfort is gave me was an upset stomach and a slight headache. I should be fine, hopefully it didn't grow worse, it grew stronger in the last few seconds and that wasn't a good sign for the future.

At Practice

I was wrong, the nause had grown but not too much, it was still at the point that I could tolerate it. It wasn't the easiest thing in the world to pretend you're fine when your mind is a living hell, sharp attacks coming in to blur your vision and shake your world.

 Don't forget that you're able to feel pounding in your head, louder than anything else, always having the urge to go to a place where you could throw your guts up. It was warm up time at this point, hopefully this day would go along quickly, my body begged for it or I wouldn't make it in this state. Dizziness came over me until coughing threw those feelings out the window. Cough. Cough. Cough. I peeked up from my drumset, laying eyes on whoever was producing such sound. 

No one until Freddie came into sight. He held a tissue, coughing that shook his body into it. Rough and harsh noises coming through his throat. Did he get sick? That's no good, I was sure it was a cold or something, anything other than that worried me. His eyes squinted and face scrunched together, tensing up. He stared at the tissue in hand, eyes widening and then crushing it in his hand, stuffing it in his pocket. He turned around, looking throughout the room and our eyes met. He faced away and made his way out of the room. I went after him, if he wasn't okay, I needed to know. I couldn't let my friend suffer in silence. I hovered my hand over his shoulder, ready to call his attention and pop the question, when he turned around to face me.

"I'm fine, darling, thank you."

He continued walking out of the room, leaving me with an open mouth and an answered question.

Freddie's POV

I rushed out of the room, never looking back at Roger. Heart beat fast and palms filled with sweat as I walked down the hallway away from everyone. He had noticed me and there wasn't anything I could to change things. I knew it. I coughed too much and loud enough to disrupt people. This was my fault. If I just held it in, none of this would've happened and no one would've ever suspected a thing. But I went and made a wrong move and my secret almost slipped out. Roger knew the first part of it, I wasn't well, I wasn't me ...I'm sick with a terminal illness that I couldn't let anyone figure out that I had it. 

They would never accept me. I would be known as the "the sick one" and be treated differently than everyone else. The thought of that made my heart sink, goosebumps forming all over my body. No one could find out but Roger already got onto it. He wanted answers to his questions and I wasn't ready to deliver to him, if I ever did. Stomach dropped and heart beat out of control at a horrifying reality.They would find out sooner or later. I couldn't keep it from them forever. My symptoms grew worse, nights filled with coughing fits. I lost weight like there was no tomorrow, stone after stone, body becoming skinnier than ever, barely any weight left on me. Skin blemished and makeup was the only way to cover up my unhealthy pale skin. I became weaker by the day, ached everywhere but I fought it, trying to seem strong and healthy to everyone on the outside when I on the inside, I slowly died. I'd have to tell them the truth one day, I'd have to...