More than Existing
Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed the last chapter. Do you know what Janine is hiding? I hope you don't, I haven't even hardly given any hints! Anyway, you will find out soon, most likely in the next couple of chapters. This chapter is mostly a couple of clues to what's going on. Oh, and in case you don't know what a "dry heave" is. It's when there's nothing in your stomach to throw up, but you're still throwing up, just nothing is coming up.
Disclaimer: I own nothing...go ahead rub it in.
Chapter 3 – "Homework and Dry Heaves"
It was Friday, three days after Kurt and Kitty met Janine, and they were starting to worry about they're new friend. She hadn't been back to school since that first day, and not hearing from her was making them uneasy, Kurt especially. The first day, Kurt and Kitty had offered to walk Janine home, mostly because Kurt was still worried about Duncan's threat. Kitty was the only other person he told, and she'd agreed that walking her home was the best thing to do. Now, Kurt was secretly wondering if Duncan had carried out his threat after they'd left Janine that day. "Maybe she's got that stomach bug that Amanda has had for the past couple of days." Kitty reasoned, "Maybe we should take her some soup or something."
"I don't know if she'd really want soup if she's got a stomach bug." Kurt retorted
"Yeah I guess you're right. I still think we should check on her though."
"I need to take her our French homework anyway, so you can come with me to drop it off." Kurt said. Hearing this made Kitty feel a little better 'At least we'll get to find out if she's okay'.
Kitty and Kurt walked the streets to Janine's house after school. The streets seemed silent as they walked. Neither spoke. They were both absorbed in their own thoughts. Each in their own way was worried that something had happened. They came upon Janine's house before either of them realized it. Kurt walked up the steps, and rang the bell. There wasn't an answer. They waited a few moments, and then, just as Kurt began to turn away from the door, a woman answered. "Hello? Can I help you?" The woman asked. She looked very tired, and her cheeks were sort of red, kind of like she'd been crying. "Uh, yes ma'am. I'm Kurt, and that's Kitty. We're friends of Janine's from school...is she home?"
"Yes, but she doesn't want to see anyone. She's not feeling very well." The woman said.
"Oh," Kurt replied, his disappointment showing on his face. "Is she okay? We brought her homework."
"I'm sure she'll be happy that you stopped by," the woman said, taking the textbooks from Kurt. "Thank you for bringing her assignments. If Janine wasn't so sick, I'd invite you in..."
"No ma'am its okay, we just wanted to make sure she was all right." Kitty said as she and Kurt turned to leave. They were barely off the steps of Janine's front porch when Kurt said "I guess you were right Kitty, I guess she does have that stomach bug." Upon hearing this, Janine's mother shook her head, and thought to herself 'Janine hasn't told them...well, I'm not sure I'd blame her. I don't think I'd tell them either.' The woman turned and went inside. She walked slowly upstairs to her daughter's room. Even from where she stood on the stairs she could already hear her daughter throwing up what little she'd eaten. As she got closer the gurgling sounds subsided for a few moments, and then began again. The woman winced every time she heard it. She hated to know her child was in this pain, but it was the only way. The woman came upon her daughter's room and went inside. She could clearly see her daughter in the bathroom from where she stood. She was leaned over the toilet still throwing up. After a few more moments, the girl stopped and turned to face her mother. Even in this wretched condition, the girl still gave her mother a tired smile. "Who was at the door Mom?" she asked.
"They said they were a few friends of yours. Kurt and Kitty." Her mother replied. A look of fear crossed the girl's face. "You didn't tell them did you?" She asked, her desperation flowing into her voice.
"No, I didn't tell them."
Janine breathed a heavy sigh, "Good."
"Janine, you're going to have to tell them sometime. You can't keep pretending that-"
"No. They'll be just like everyone else if I tell them. They'll say 'I'm so sorry' and then they'll stop looking at me like I'm a person. I won't go through that again. If I'm going to spend the rest of my life here...I won't have them look at me like that." Janine said, unable to look at her mother. A single tear appeared in her mother's eyes, and Janine knew what was coming. She couldn't stand to watch her mother cry. It was horrible, like the world was dying. In attempts to not have to watch her mother, she turned her gaze back to the bathroom, suddenly she felt something welling up in her, and she leaned over the toilet. No, it was nothing. Nothing was going to come, she was just going to dry heave. Nothing was left in her stomach, and it hurt horribly. Hearing her daughter's painful dry heaving only made the woman cry harder. She couldn't stay to watch this, so she left the room to cry somewhere else, anywhere else.
Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed the last chapter. Do you know what Janine is hiding? I hope you don't, I haven't even hardly given any hints! Anyway, you will find out soon, most likely in the next couple of chapters. This chapter is mostly a couple of clues to what's going on. Oh, and in case you don't know what a "dry heave" is. It's when there's nothing in your stomach to throw up, but you're still throwing up, just nothing is coming up.
Disclaimer: I own nothing...go ahead rub it in.
Chapter 3 – "Homework and Dry Heaves"
It was Friday, three days after Kurt and Kitty met Janine, and they were starting to worry about they're new friend. She hadn't been back to school since that first day, and not hearing from her was making them uneasy, Kurt especially. The first day, Kurt and Kitty had offered to walk Janine home, mostly because Kurt was still worried about Duncan's threat. Kitty was the only other person he told, and she'd agreed that walking her home was the best thing to do. Now, Kurt was secretly wondering if Duncan had carried out his threat after they'd left Janine that day. "Maybe she's got that stomach bug that Amanda has had for the past couple of days." Kitty reasoned, "Maybe we should take her some soup or something."
"I don't know if she'd really want soup if she's got a stomach bug." Kurt retorted
"Yeah I guess you're right. I still think we should check on her though."
"I need to take her our French homework anyway, so you can come with me to drop it off." Kurt said. Hearing this made Kitty feel a little better 'At least we'll get to find out if she's okay'.
Kitty and Kurt walked the streets to Janine's house after school. The streets seemed silent as they walked. Neither spoke. They were both absorbed in their own thoughts. Each in their own way was worried that something had happened. They came upon Janine's house before either of them realized it. Kurt walked up the steps, and rang the bell. There wasn't an answer. They waited a few moments, and then, just as Kurt began to turn away from the door, a woman answered. "Hello? Can I help you?" The woman asked. She looked very tired, and her cheeks were sort of red, kind of like she'd been crying. "Uh, yes ma'am. I'm Kurt, and that's Kitty. We're friends of Janine's from school...is she home?"
"Yes, but she doesn't want to see anyone. She's not feeling very well." The woman said.
"Oh," Kurt replied, his disappointment showing on his face. "Is she okay? We brought her homework."
"I'm sure she'll be happy that you stopped by," the woman said, taking the textbooks from Kurt. "Thank you for bringing her assignments. If Janine wasn't so sick, I'd invite you in..."
"No ma'am its okay, we just wanted to make sure she was all right." Kitty said as she and Kurt turned to leave. They were barely off the steps of Janine's front porch when Kurt said "I guess you were right Kitty, I guess she does have that stomach bug." Upon hearing this, Janine's mother shook her head, and thought to herself 'Janine hasn't told them...well, I'm not sure I'd blame her. I don't think I'd tell them either.' The woman turned and went inside. She walked slowly upstairs to her daughter's room. Even from where she stood on the stairs she could already hear her daughter throwing up what little she'd eaten. As she got closer the gurgling sounds subsided for a few moments, and then began again. The woman winced every time she heard it. She hated to know her child was in this pain, but it was the only way. The woman came upon her daughter's room and went inside. She could clearly see her daughter in the bathroom from where she stood. She was leaned over the toilet still throwing up. After a few more moments, the girl stopped and turned to face her mother. Even in this wretched condition, the girl still gave her mother a tired smile. "Who was at the door Mom?" she asked.
"They said they were a few friends of yours. Kurt and Kitty." Her mother replied. A look of fear crossed the girl's face. "You didn't tell them did you?" She asked, her desperation flowing into her voice.
"No, I didn't tell them."
Janine breathed a heavy sigh, "Good."
"Janine, you're going to have to tell them sometime. You can't keep pretending that-"
"No. They'll be just like everyone else if I tell them. They'll say 'I'm so sorry' and then they'll stop looking at me like I'm a person. I won't go through that again. If I'm going to spend the rest of my life here...I won't have them look at me like that." Janine said, unable to look at her mother. A single tear appeared in her mother's eyes, and Janine knew what was coming. She couldn't stand to watch her mother cry. It was horrible, like the world was dying. In attempts to not have to watch her mother, she turned her gaze back to the bathroom, suddenly she felt something welling up in her, and she leaned over the toilet. No, it was nothing. Nothing was going to come, she was just going to dry heave. Nothing was left in her stomach, and it hurt horribly. Hearing her daughter's painful dry heaving only made the woman cry harder. She couldn't stay to watch this, so she left the room to cry somewhere else, anywhere else.