Thank you so much for all of your lovely kind reviews. Because of all the nice thihgs you said about my first chapter, I have decided to post a new chapter today. Hope you enjoy it, and again, feel free to review! :)
Chapter 2:
Just a few minutes later, Ethan went back to sleep, but it seemed an even more uncomfortable sleep than the last one. All night long he was tossing and turning, and every time he did so, he felt like something was controlling his body to move so violently. However, just as Ethan began to fall asleep properly without tossing or turning, a bright vivid light began to shine through his window. It was the morning, and he was completely worn out.
Ethan unsteadily began to get out of bed, and opened his bedroom door, to find Cal halfway across the hall, looking very tired indeed.
"Where the hell were you last night?" Ethan asked stressfully.
"Oh come on Ethan, don't waste your breath asking me this. You know full well where I have been you just want to annoy me" Cal huffed, looking extremely sleepy. Ethan slowly walked up to Cal and scanned him like a printer.
"Judging by the state of you and your clothes...not to mention your breath, I can definitely tell that you went out drinking last night instead of getting the shopping in," Ethan moaned.
"Does it suprise you that much," Cal joked. However to Ethan he did have a point. He knew he should'nt of trusted Cal with a task that was obviously too much for him. Ethan sighed and walked into the kitchen, closely followed by a much more awake Caleb. He grabbed a bowl and began to search for his cornflakes. Cal stared at them while sitting at the table.
"You know what Ethan, I might as well just have cornflakes as well," Cal murmered. "I'm not exactly hungry, especially after throwing up twice this morning." Ethan sighed and opened the cupboard.
"Ethan, are you OK, you look quite worn out," Cal questioned, feeling apprehensive.
"Yes fine, just concentrate on your hangover," Ethan said, reaching for the bowls. However, just as Ethan was about to put the bowls down on the table, he began to feel a slight uncontrolable shake and jerk in his hand. He was still holding the bowl, but he couldn't feel it. He began to tense up in pain, as Cal watched him bewilderedly.
"Ethan, what is it?" he asked. Ethan looked up at Cal, but at that moment, his head began to hurt, and he suddenly felt like he had no control of any of his movements. Because of this, he let go of the bowl he was holding, and dropped it on the slate floor. It crashed to the ground and smashed ino tiny pieces. Cal quickly got up from the table and went over to a very unstable, pale looking Ethan.
"Ethan, you OK?" he asked while steadying his brother who looked like he was about to faint. Ethan gradually began to stand up straight, while also trying to slow his heavy breathing down.
"Yes...yes, sorry I don't know what came over me," Ethan stuttered. "I'll get a brush." And with that, Ethan stumbled into the other room to fetch it. Cal watched him with concerned eyes. Obviously he wasn't feeling OK, but why? Cal realised Ethan had seemed a bit off with him for the past few days but that was normal. This was just unexpected. What was going on? What?
I do admit, these are quite short chapters, but to make up for it, I will write another long one on Saturday. Hope you enjoyed reading this, and again, thank you to everyone who took the time reviewing and following this story.
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