Being Brad's Sister

12. Emotions

Emma's pov

I wake up and run to the toilet for the third time in the past hour. I drop to my knees as I start vomiting. Tear strain down my face as I empty my stomach more of its contents. 

"Again?" Brad's groggy voice says from the doorway. He holds my hair back with one hand while rubbing soothing circles on my back with the other hand. 

When I stop I stand up and flush the toilet. I wipe my face with some tissue before brushing my teeth and washing my face properly.

"Sorry," I mumble as I walk with my brother into my room. He tucks me in and kisses my forehead. 

"Don't apologise. It isn't your fault you are ill, but I can tell you now you aren't going into college tomorrow." I curl up in a ball and close my eyes. The bed lifts and I hear my door open and close. 

I start to drift off when I hear my door open again.

"There is a bowl next to your bed and a glass of water if you need it stay hydrated but go to sleep," Brad tells me. I let out a low moan to tell him I heard.  He leaves again and closes my door. I slip away into the land of dreams.  Hopefully, I won't be woken anytime soon.

 

Brad's pov
I was up most of the night looking after Em. I told mum and dad to get some sleep as they have worked today so I stayed up to attend to Emzy.

"Joe?" I thought we had the day off?

"Brad can you come into the studios today, please?"

"I can't sorry Em isn't well she was up all night vomiting and I don't want to leave her. Mum is working so it's just me."

"That's fine. Hope she is better soon. I'll call you of we need you or if it is an emergency, but we'll leave you to it."

"Thanks." On that note, I end the call and walk into my sister's room to see her fast asleep. Her room is a little messy. I have nothing else to do so I might as well tidy it for her. I know where she keeps everything so it would be easy.

I leave the room and grab my headphones. I put them in and play my music. I go back into Em's room and throw some articles of clothing into the washing basket. I'll do the washing later. I pick the folders up off her bedside table and put them on her desk. I put some stationary and jewellery away. That's her desk and bedside table clear. 

I look around her room and see a couple of papers on the floor that have fallen off her desk. I pick them up and read them. One is a hand out for her music class. There is an essay on music features which I decide to read. This essay deserves an A. 

Emma and I are very passionate about music. We always have been and always will be.

I look at the other papers and see a few more music sheets and a few sheets with scribbles and drawings on. There are hearts, flowers and all sorts. I chuckle quietly to myself as I put the papers away. I notice an open book half pushed under the bed. I go over and pick it up. I read her handwriting to see what she has been writing about.

Life is an emotional rollercoaster. I don't know sometimes. Feelings come and feelings go but they never do what you want them to do. When James looked at me like that and moved away so I couldn't hug him it killed me. I cried which is stupid, but I guess some things aren't meant to be.

What is this? I look at the top of the page to where it has yesterday’s date. I put my thumb in the book so I don't lose the page and close it to see the front cover. DAMN IT'S HER DIARY!