𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐀 , 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐨

~ fiftynine ~

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Fifty-nine
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~ Vee's Pov ~

a/n: sickness (throwing up), mention of injuries, blood, and cuts, mentions of eating troubles, anxiety.

I threw up seconds after I returned from Ollie's house.

The thing was, I didn't know if I was really sick, or anxious. Maybe both.

Most likely both.

Ew.

I drank some more water so I didn't faint. (I was beginning to think I had some sort of fainting problem.)

And then I went back to bed.

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I don't know how much time has passed since I went to Ollie's for help. But she was definitely suspecting of me, and I hated it.

It had felt like she was reading my mind, and usually it was Iris that does that scary therapist stuff. But Ollie out of all people at the very least had an idea of what was going on.

I don't even have an idea of what's going on.

I felt extremely guilty. Anyone could sense that.

On one hand, I felt guilt towards Ranboo and my friends. My real friends. In some strange and scary way, I felt like I've betrayed them. First I was lying about still hanging out with Keira, even though it was against my will. Now I'm still lying.

I don't even think lying is the right word.

On the other hand, I felt the guilt towards Keira teeter more and more. She had sincerely shown her feelings to me, and I just yelled at her.

Was Keira showing true emotions just another mind game?

Either way, I was still mad at myself.

I had retreated to my bed, yet I didn't sleep. Not one blink of rest had ensued.

I stayed in bed for a day, maybe two, before I felt incredibly nauseas again. I had been drinking small sips of water when I had the chance in between my thoughts. But I also hadn't had much to eat the past couple days to be fair, I had had a messed-up diet the past month.

Yet, I got up, walked downstairs, and grabbed an orange before heading back towards the stairs.

"what's wrong?" Mom asked, I flinched at the sudden confrontation. I hadn't even realized both of my parents were in the kitchen.

"what d'you mean?" my throat was incredibly sore.

Dad sighed, "you've been so—distant"

"yep" I nodded, "I have"

"why are you so snappy with us?" Mom felt offended, I could hear it in her tone.

"I dunno" I shrugged, picking at the skin of the orange, "maybe I've been locked upstairs for over a month"

"you've snuck out, and disobeyed us" Dad expressed, and Mom continued for him,

"Luvena, you really need to start thinking about what's good for you—"

I cut off Mom abruptly, "alright, i'll start thinking."

Mom scoffs before returning the tone, "excuse me?"