These characters do not belong to me. I own nothing, except a cat who likes to drink from the faucet.
This is my first fanfic, so be gentle(ish).
I feel like death. No, worse than death. Death at this point would be a welcome relief. Every bone in my body is aching, my eyes are watering so much you'd think I was watching Remember Me again, and my skin feels like someone pricked me with a thousand syringes.
"I gotta go," Mike yelled from the hallway.
"You are…leaving?" I asked in my raspy sore throat voice.
"Yeah, it's boxing night with the guys, they are expecting me. I told you about this weeks ago," he replied with a hint of frustration in his voice.
"I don't feel good, c c c could you stay home just this once? I really don't want to be alone," I pleaded through my chattering teeth.
"I already promised them, I'm sure you will get better in a while, just take your meds."
Tears I had been holding back started to flow. With one more glance at me, Mike opened the door and left.
"Merry Christmas," I muttered after he was gone. "Merry fucking Christmas."
The next chapters will be longer, I swear!