Charlie (UNREVISED)

Chapter 25

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October 13th, 2017

I don't know how much I ate when I suddenly woke up in my bed, my stomach cramping with the need for food.

All I really remember after waking up is walking to the pantry and everything blanks.

But let me just you, i'm not feeling so good now.

"I'll grab him some stomach medicine, just makes sure he doesn't eat anything else!" I hear my grandmother scold before walking out my room, my parents sitting at the foot of my bed as I lay there, feeling nauseous beyond belief.

I've never felt this bad in my life. Dying right now seems like such a nice idea.

"Charlie...? Are you alright?"

For some reason, hearing their voices makes me tick. I'm so annoyed by everything. Even if I want to puke out everything I just ate, I want to eat more. I want to sleep for a few more years in complete silence. I don't want anyone talking to me.

My father flinches at the hard emotion he catches, slowly putting his hand on my mother's shoulder. "Let's... let him rest for a while. Coming out of settling is hard, Charlie's emotions are all over the place. He needs time to figure himself out."

My mother stares at me but I don't look at her, just annoyed by their presences. For some reason I just want to be left alone. I don't feel good, i'm tired, hungry, and cold.

I'm so damn cold.

"Alright..." My mother finally says with a sniff, both of them getting up and I sigh in relief when I hear my bedroom door closing.

I turn over onto my back, shutting my eyes and not moving for I don't know how long, but by the time my eyes open again there's medicine on my nightstand, and it's dark outside.

I slowly sit up, my stomach feeling much better as I stare out window, the curtains drawn open.

I move my hand out, not even having to think before the medicine bottle is in my palm. I open the cap after shaking it a bit and pouring the correct amount into a small cup, getting up and sitting on the window bed.

I sigh, liking the loneliness I feel as I swallow down the medicine, cringing at the taste before setting it aside.

I miss my friends. I miss Angel.

I slowly turn to where my phone is charging, reaching it for an turning it on.

My eyes widen at the hundreds of texts I received over my three week sleep.

Ainsley's messages are all in caps, starting off sweet before getting angry that i'm not responding, then getting scared that he's possibly done something wrong.

Adler's are all worried texts, wondering if i'm okay and if I need anything.

Ally's texts are wondering what happened, asking if i'm skipping school because i'm getting bullied. She keeps asking if she needs to beat someone up.

Cora's texts started off curious, wondering what happened before she suddenly starts randomly texting me stories about her pets.

And then there's Angel's messages. At first, there were hundreds of "i'm sorry's" wondering if I drank something I wasn't supposed too. He tells me he would've never taken me to the dance if he knew I would get sick. Then they turn worried, asking why i'm not responding and asking if i'm mad at him. More sorries. Even more apologies, before jokingly questioning if i'm dead.

Then he seems to apologize for that joke, which I chuckle at.

Then my eyes widen when some time passes and the texts change. They're now panicked. He'd constantly texted whether or not I was really okay. He texts that he knows something is up, pleading me to respond.