Kate

It was the middle of the night. Everyone was asleep. Evan and Tom had returned to the house. It was quiet.

I was woken up by my body lurching up and forward. My eyes flew open and the first thing I saw was blood. Thick red blood running down my face.

"Da-" I started to yell for my dad but the words were barely out of my mouth before my comforter was covered in blood from my mouth.

Omygod.

In all my years I don't think I have ever been this sick. And if I had I most certainly didn't remember it.

I lurched forward and vomited onto my bed.

Not only was I bleeding but I was also shivering and nauseous. I kept sputtering out blood.

I heard footsteps rush down the hall.

I couldn't stare at anything but my comforter so I didn't know who it was untill I heard the voice.

"Omygod," Tom whispered.

"Mr. Fitzgerald! Evan! Get in here! Now!" he yelled.

I heard his footsteps come closer to my bed and something soft and smelling of musk being pressed against my nose.

2 more pairs of footsteps rushed into the room. One of them approached the bed and held me in his arms.

"Waste basket," my brother's voice said.

Then: "Dad! Waste basket. Now!"

Something was moved onto my bed.

"Baby? Are you ok?" Dad asked.

"Of course she's not ok! She's sick! What the hell is the matter with you?" Tom shouted