Within these walls

Chapter two

A/N: the girl in the picture is who I picture as Bianca.

CHAPTER TWO

Bianca's POV

As blake helped me get upstairs and dropped me in my room, he left me to shower and get dressed.

With this wretched sickness of mine it's hard for me to go close to a bathroom or a toilet. I had a phobia for bathrooms most especially toilets I know it's weird but apparently that's what Brainerd diarrhea comes with.

Normally I only showered every two days and I didn't care much for baths. But today I had to take a shower so I did just that after constantly trying not to puke all over my bathroom floor.

As I got out of the shower and closed the bathroom door. I stared at my self in my full length mirror I was getting thinner and paler and I didn't look like myself, I hadn't even felt like my self for almost eleven years now.

I then pulled myself out of my thoughts, peeled my eyes off the mirror and entered my walk-in closet to put on my clothes. I then grabbed my glasses from my dressing table and pulled my hair into its usual high messy bun leaving some strands of hair out.

I went into Blake's room to inform him that I was ready and as I stepped in, he was pulling his shirt over his head.

"You know you didn't have to come all the way here and you know I don't like it when you stress yourself." I responded with a small giggle pointing to his shirt.

"You've got your shirt on backwards". He stole a look at his reflection and burst into laughter taking off his shirt and putting it back on the right way.

Blake helped me down the stairs. He kept me in the living room for sometime telling aunt hillary where we were going. I heard them talking but I couldn't make out most of it.

"Master blake it's Okay if you want to accompany your sister to the.....let Garret go with you"

"Aunt please I can drive just fine I'll be eighteen soon".

I heard a low laugh and more talking but I couldn't decipher most of it and honestly, I didn't really care.

As usual I'm left out of whatever small conversation it is because I'm not supposed to walk around too much.

This sickness makes my feel worthless. That's the only reason why I try to perfect every other thing that I do just so I can make up for this part of me that fails.

I looked down at my stomach and raised my shirt to the plastic like thing attached to my stomach where a tube would normally be attached to suck out many unwanted substances from my body and also used to induce liquid food and drugs into me because my body couldn't handle taking it in the normal way most of the time. I dropped my shirt and frowned at myself.

At that exact time blake made his way back to the living room to get me and take me outside.

"Mr Garret will be taking us to the hospital, aunty hillary won't let me drive" a small chuckle left his lips.

As we got to the car a middle aged man who looked about thirty-six stood by the car and went into the drivers seat. He opened the doors for us and blake helped me inside. He then climbed into the car. As the car began to move blake and I both greeted the elderly man and he gave us a smile that we could see from the rearview mirror.

The drive to the hospital was silent. A comfortable silence, the kind that I loved which most of the time puts me to sleep instead of driving me into my mind. During most of the drive blake and I were both on our phone's.