Hiya! This is my first attempt at a fanfic and one that I have been working on for a little while now. I have a rough idea of where I'm going with this and have the first couple of chapters written but they are subject to change so if anyone has any suggestions after the first couple of chapters then I'd love to hear them! Hope you enjoy it! :)
I run, as fast as I can without making a scene, in the direction of the staff toilets. I knock into a nurse who swings open the door to the ladies and I stumble into the bathroom. My vision is hazy, wavering from blurred to clear and back again. I stop and cling onto the wall; my fingers desperately trying to get some purchase on the newly painted surface, while my other hand is firmly clutched around my stomach as the pain tears around my body like a race car. I make my way to a cubicle and shut the door. I look down at my hands – they shake uncontrollably as I attempt to slide the lock across. It clicks shut; I collapse against the wall feeling a sense of security in this secluded area of such a hectic environment. With my hands still trembling, I reach into my scrub pocket and take out a small white box of paracetamol. I hurriedly pop out two pills into the palm of my hand and after contemplating whether I could down them both without water and without vomiting them back up again, I decide to take them one at a time. As I feel the dry pill slide coarsely down my parched throat, it takes all my concentration to distract myself from the pain and throwing it back up again. I take the next one and slowly put the lid down on the toilet seat. I lower myself down, clutching the sides of the bowl; any sudden movements will send a surge of pain through my body. But sitting on the toilet seat really isn't helping the pain at all and I just can't get comfortable so I decide to sit on the floor. I stand up, still doubled over, hugging my stomach with both hands and let my back collide with the cubicle wall. I slide down it and land on the floor with a bump. I put my head in my hands and draw in a deep, ragged breath. As I breathe out, I let all my emotions flood out too. A whimper surfaces from the pit of my stomach and my eyes overflow with tears, making their tracks down my cheeks. My fist collides with the floor in frustration. Why do I not know what's wrong with me?!
Well, hope you enjoyed reading my first chapter. I would love to hear what you thought. xx