Intro: Another Heart Calls
As deep as I need you,
You wanna leave it all
What can I do?
Say it's true
Oh everything that matters breaks in two
Say it's true
I'll never ask for anyone but you
-The All American Rejects
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I rubbed little circles on my bruised stomach in what I hoped was a calming way. I traced my hand round and round slowly, trying to massage the skin there. Goosebumps rose on my skin. It was so cold in my room and having my shirt rolled up was not helping. I felt a wave of nausea wash over me and rushed to the bathroom. I hurried over to the toilet and knelt in front of it. I felt my mouth salivate and my stomach felt like a volcanic eruption was going on. I felt it rise up in my throat and I vomited.
I waited there with my head resting on the edge of the white toilet until I was sure I was not going to have another round. I stood wearily and flushed away my vomit. I quickly averted my eyes to avoid seeing it swirl around in the bowl. That would only bring on more nausea. I staggered to the sink and washed my hands over and over. I shivered at the thought of having any vomit on my hands. The hot water felt amazing. I glanced up from my hands and saw my face in the mirror. It was hardly my face. I internally cringed at my sunken eyes and hollow cheeks. The girl in the mirror stared blankly back. It scared me how my face showed no emotion. My eyes were like dull coins. They had no depth and reflected the light in an eerie way. I could see my collar bone and ribs jutting out underneath my gray tee shirt. I looked like a drug addict. I took my tooth brush out of the little cabinet by the sink and brushed my teeth twice. I scrubbed until my gums bled and when I spat into the sink it was all pink and gross. I put my toothbrush back and headed back to my room, flicking the light off as I went.
I went into my room and my eyes instinctively darted to the rocking chair in the corner. I tried to pretend that my heart didn't squeeze painfully as I noticed its emptiness. I flopped onto my bed and noticed I was out of breath. This was getting bad. I was frail and weak and could barely even walk anymore. I knew it was going to happen sooner than I had previously thought and I felt terrified that I was going to die. Poor Charlie.
I snorted as I thought of how I had tried to explain it all to him. His face had gone a deathly white and at the time I had genuinely feared for his health. I didn't tell him what they were, only what he had suspected all along. That they were different, special. I told him that this baby would be special too and that I might not make it through. He had screamed and shouted and cursed them all to hell for doing this to me. He stormed around the house and threw the glass he had been drinking from across the room, shattering it against the wall. I pleaded and cried and told him it was my fault just as much as theirs. He told me he wouldn't let me die no matter what. I fell into his arms and cried.
A sharp jab in my abdomen broke me out of my memories. I hissed sharply and rubbed my stomach through my shirt and began to hum a tune. To be honest, I had know idea what the hell I was doing. I didn't know where the song came from or if I just made it up, but it was there in my head and I hoped it would help. I wasn't too sure on what I was going to do either. I had no idea what the future had in store for me and my little nudger. All I knew was that I loved him. More than anyone else. I loved him enough that I would die for him. Which I was pretty sure was going to happen. I loved him more than Charlie, Renee, and all of them. I loved my little EJ, he was all I ever needed but never knew I wanted.