Right, just a little note before hand. Apparently there is a few font issues on the rest of the chapters but I'm not too sure. Would appreciate being told if there is. Hope you enjoy it and reviews make people happy remember!
She sat on the sofa like every other afternoon, like she had for the past month. Cartoons on the TV, bored. She heard the door click open and thought about taking her feet off the table. She grimaced at the thought of moving and just sat there.
"Aimee?"
"In here." She groaned.
The living room door opened and Nick stood in the doorway. He tutted and sat next to her, dumping a carrier bag on the floor.
"What's up?" He asked, flicking his hair.
Aimee shrugged, sinking lower into the sofa.
"Aimee, come on!" He sighed loudly, "You can't let this stop you!"Nick was on his feet now, arms outstretched like a preacher. Aimee sighed, she didn't need another lecture.
"Look Nick. It's not the fact that it's stopping me, it's the fact that it hurts!" Aimee was pulling her strength together to argue with him, "You don't get it! It's killing me Nick! LITERALLY!"
Aimee slumped against the sofa again, her chest rising and falling in deep, ragged breaths. She couldn't keep arguing with him like this, it was hurting her more than… well… more than that. Nick stood in the middle of the room, the cartoon uttering meaningless words behind him, his head spinning. She'd never spouted at him like that before- in all the 17 years they'd known each other.
"I'm sorry Aimee." He whispered, moving towards her.
She put up a hand and waved him off. He didn't want to upset her anymore so he left. Aimee sat there, the TV just a blend of moving colour through her blurred eyes- emptiness didn't even begin to describe what she felt.