If Lies Could Speak The Truth Then You'd Know Me

I lay there in his bed feeling like is been hit by a bus. My head is pounding there's the stinging sensation in my wrist and the persistent fear that my dad will come for me. He'd gone to sleep hour ago and I'm left awake. I feel nauseous. I get up and empty the contents of my stomach into the toilet and sit the resting my head against the cold porcelain finding comfort in that. I rest my face on my arm an sit there as another wave of nausea washes over me an I begin to dry heave. When that subsides I get up and stumble to the bed laying down next to him and shutting my eyes.
"Ana. Get up we have school." I groan and open my eye looking at him. "I don't have clothes Gee I can't go." In response he pouts me to his dresser and I trudge to it carefully picking up some of his clothes and dressing myself staring at him. And looking down. I start to feel nauseous again and I attempt to calmly walk to the bathroom to vomit again making sure I lock the door. "Why did I have to get sick?" I groan before getting up rinsing my mouth out and exiting the bathroom heading downstairs. "Come on I'm driving." Gee yells directe at both me and Mikey. The two of us make a dash for the door I climb in the back while mikey sits in the front. During the drive I find myself staring at the future. Am I going to be able to go home what do I do after school? The rhoughts continue as I enter the building. Oh my god what am I going to do. Another panic attack ensues and I can't breathe any longer the world moving in slow motion.as I faint for second time in two days.

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