I threw myself down on the end of the battered sofa and put my head in my heads. I wanted to stab myself and die.
"It can't be. It just can't! Why her?! Why not a bully at school? Or a old lady that is a the verge of dying anyway?!" I shouted
"Daniel! She just okay! We can't help it!" my father shouted back.
I stormed out of the living room, into my room and slammed my bedroom door. My bedroom was dull and had barely anything in. My bed was in the corner, covered with a old brown quilt. My wall was the only good thing about my room. It is covered in colourful pictures of me and my friends and my family. Dad spends tons of money on his room at the hospital so our house is now really dull. We are working on it though. Dad found some paint in the shed from ages ago so he will paint all the walls and they sell cheap blankets and rugs at the mall.
I stare at the photo of April and feel like I could rip into hundreds of pieces. The picture is of April at the beach. Her hair is curled and flowly, blowing in the wind. She is wearing a blue flower playsuit, white pumps and has a red cherry lip balm that I bought her on. She looks so beautiful. It is the only photo I have and she let me take it because I lied I was doing a art project for school. Now it looked painful and she looked like her jaw was about to break. The sand was too yellow and the sky was too blue. It had to be her. She had to be the sickest person in the whole town. I flopped on to my bed and thought hard. Nothing. What could I do? Anyway, like they would let a 15 year old boy help in this ingestion...
I checked my phone. It was 8:46. I don't care. I was too sick and too mad to speak to anyone. If I didn't go to sleep I was going to panic. My throat already felt tight and I needed to distract myself. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. It wasn't working. I never have panic attacks. But suddenly I felt hot so I kicked the blanket off me, but then I felt cold and so on. Calm. What make you feel calm? The beach. The beach where I took that beautiful picture of April. The golden sand, the blue sky and the sea. April made me calm. She made me happy. As I finally fell asleep, a smile slowly spread around my face the more I thought of her.
*
Run. Run. Run. That is all I could think. Something was coming after me, but I don't what. I couldn't stop. Until I feel over and grazed my knee. Blood started pouring out but tons of it. It was thick and purple and lumpy. It then started coming out of my arm and my foot and my neck and my elbow and my cheek and my toes and m-
"Daniel! Daniel! What wrong!" I opened my eyes to find my dad holding on to my shoulders and my mum holding my hand. I was lying on the floor in a pool of cold sweat.
"What the? Where am I? What happened?"
"You fainted honey" my mum said squeezing my hand. "We think you had a nightmare"
"Can you remember? Can you remember what it was about?"said dad
I thought so hard. Then it came to me.
"April"I said.
"What? How?"
"April has the disease,right? Well, I was running away from something in my dream. I was running away from the disease. And April has it"
"Okay, but you can't go anywhere near her." Dad says lifting me up onto my bed.
"What?!"I shouted"Why?
"Because of her disease!"
"I don't care!"
"Why are you so desperate to see her anyway?!"
"Because I love her!"
Crap. Now it's out there.
"What! What do you mean you love her! Why her! I mean she nice and all but! Why not someone like Michelle? She has tons of friends! And her mum works at BBC! She is the weekend weather reporter! And Michelle has tons of talent! She can act because she was in that John Lewis advert and she is the Netball Captain!"my dad shouts at me, spraying spit everywhere.
"Oh" I sarcastically laugh" You mean the girl that has been put in insulation twice for bullying and has almost slapped a teacher! Plus, April is beautiful and is the head makeup artist for our school musical and can sing really well!"
"Well you're not going to see her, you hear me!"my dad roars and storms out the room. I have had enough of him and him telling me what to do. I don't feel like I can trust anyone now. Even when my mum comes over and holds my hand, I feel like she is on his side...
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Migraine
Romance4 days, 10 hours, 44 minutes, 30 seconds This is how long The town of Bishops Stortford has until Migraine kills them all... 14 year old April has been struck down with migraine and the only person that can help is Daniel. The boy who April has had...