Thanks for the reviews.
Ha I find the whole Tina-Going-After-Blaine-And-Doing-Everything-For-B laine situation funny. So I had to add it in here, Tina's love for Blaine!
Thursday Afternoon.
Marley felt sick to her stomach. When Glee practice started she sat in between Blaine and Ryder, with Jake behind her in his seat. Her mind was spinning like a category five hurricane, she felt sweaty even though she knew the building was cool and she kept spacing in and out of Mr. Schue and Finn's random speeches about upcoming Regionals ideas. At one point while Finn and Will were talking about something else, Marley leaned to the side and rested her head on Blaine's shoulder, closing her eyes and keeping herself calmed down. She glanced down towards the floor and notices Blaine's shoes. New ones, looked pretty expensive too.
"Nice shoes." She said ever so quietly, barely audible.
"Thanks." He said. "Got them last week and been breaking them in. You okay, Marley?" Blaine asked.
She nodded against him and rested again, until the sound of Mr. Finn's voice woke her up again.
"Alright guys!" Finn said. "While Mr. Schue is out of the room for the moment, let's stop with the constant practicing and party for a bit."
Every cheered.
"Candy Man!" Tina shouted.
The music began and everyone began to sing and dance. Marley got up, hoping that doing what she loves would help her. She held onto Blaine's hand the entire time, with the occasional partner dancing with Jake, Ryder, Unique and Brittany. The last twenty seconds of the song everyone was spinning in a circle with one other person. Marley and Blaine held onto each other tightly, spinning faster and faster. Marley started to feel queezy again. A few seconds before the song ended...
She vomited, right on Blaine's shoes.
Fell to her knees as everything came out of her. She felt someone rubbing her back, someone placing the trash bin in front of Marley, someone hold back her hair and someone else soothing her down, and Tina's voice bitching.
"God Marley! You just had to puke on Blaine's perfect new shoes! What's wrong with you? Do you have any idea how expensive those are! Why didn't you just puke on Jake's shoes or Sam's shirt!? How could even possibly think to—"
"Tina!" Blaine's voice screamed. "It's fine!"
"Girl, you feeling okay?" Unique asked, very concerned.
"Ye—" All she said, before getting sick again and vomiting in the bin.
"I've got a water bottle that I didn't drink yet." Sam said, leaving to grab his bottle.
"You feeling better?" Jake's voice asked, playing with her hair as he held it back and high up for her.
Marley didn't respond for a few minutes, before leaning back and took a mountain sized large gasp of oxygen. Her frail pale face and shaky hands answered everyone's questions; she was going to be fine. She took the napkin Joe handed her and wiped her mouth of puke as Sam returned with a bottle of water, taking the cap off for her. She took the bottle and gulped down half of the 24 oz bottle.
"You okay now, Marley?" Mr. Schue asked. Marley nodded faintly. "Alright, let's get you to the nurse and everyone else let's get back to practice."
Minutes later Marley and Finn, carrying her in his arm. He settled her down on the bench outside the nurses office. "Wait here." He said.
Seconds later, Marley realized that her mother would have to take her home. She didn't want to go home and her mother would lose a day of works money. She wrote a note on a piece of paper. A quick one: Finn, took the bus home. I'll be okay. She then got up and left the school and took the next bus to home.
(Downtown, some point after Kitty went back to the apartment)
The bus route to her house was blocked, thus having the bus go to downtown Lima. As Marley sat down, ignoring the calls from Finn's phone, she glimpsed outside the window looking gloomy to the outside bright and sunny day outside.
She got off and waited for the next bus. From what someone told her, the next bus was in two hours. Two hours? Really? Marley sat down and thought to herself about different things. After an hour she glared across the street and saw a small, blonde hair girl, with a stroller in her hands.
It was Kitty.
Marley jumped up and ran across the street. "Kitty!"
She turned around, but then turned back and walked faster. Marley caught up to her and stepped in front of the little girl. "Kitty... why are you wearing sunglasses?"
"Eye disease problem. Pink eye. Whatever the hell it's called." She bluntly answered. "What do you want?"
"Kitty, are you okay?" Marley asked. "You haven' been...Kitty, lately."
That's because I'm not fucking Kitty, Whale. Kitty Wilde was a virgin; I'm not a virgin. Kitty thought to herself. She smirked and said, "So? You haven't been the same kiss-ass Angel abused puppy stuck in the sewer, since you began to puke."
"Kitty, what's wrong?" Marley asked. "I'm here for you. Something is telling me that something is wrong."
"What? Your fat bear of a stomach told you something?" Kitty insulted and laughed.
"Kitty, didn't you wear this outfit the other day?" She asked.
"I like it too much." She answered. "Excuse me now, loser." Kitty began walking away from Marley. Marley stepped in front of her again. "What?" She snapped.
"Kitty, I ended up in the hospital because of you. At least what you can do is let me help you. And with that i mean let me listen to your...problems...or whatever. Please."
"I don't need your help. I don't need anyones help. Now get the fuck out of my face before I sneak into your shitty looking house and burn the damn calories in your body. Literally, burn the body calories."
She left, walking away from Marley.
Marley felt miserable. Something wasn't right with Kitty and she wanted to help her, but Kitty wasn't letting her guard down. Maybe it was just in her head that something was wrong with Kitty. Kitty had a perfect life anyways; A loving mother, a loving and wealthy father, a beautiful house... what else could happen?
Marley got home with several thousand missed calls from her friends on her home phone and her cell phone. One message was from her mother.
Going out for a drink with the girls. Jake said he was taking you home, feel better sweetie. Go to bed early.
Marley deleted all the messages and calls and sat in her living room. Holding her stomach and feeling uneasy again. She had a million thoughts in her mind all at once; Her stomach, her friends, her mother, Glee's upcoming competition, Kitty, her stomach again and the uneasy words in her mind.
Marley got upstairs to change into her pajama shorts and a tank top. Once done she put walked passed the full length mirror in her bedroom and glimpsed at herself. She went pale and stood still. She saw her reflection in the mirror, but it wasn't her reflection. It was someone else's reflection. This reflection was that of a...
Fat girl.
Without a second thought Marley ran into her bathroom, fell to her knees and began to puke herself until she felt like nothing else was inside of her tummy. She then sat up and flushed the toilet. She stood up and washed her hands and face. But when she turned and faced the bathroom mirror, she saw a frail and sick child.
Shit she thought.
She cried as she went back into her room and fell asleep on her mattress bed, covering herself and crying herself to sleep. Repeating, I can't believe I did that! I can't believe I did that! What's wrong with me?