Nathan Northwood is simply living the perfect life every teenage boy dreams of. He is rich, handsome, captain and star player of the basketball team, could have any girl he wants and is basically the king of EverGreen High. However, Nathan wears a c...
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NATHAN
I didn't want to talk to Mr. Standall tomorrow.
I didn't want to eat mom's homemade brownies tomorrow. The ones she made every Tuesday evening to busy herself because dad - like every fucking Tuesday - canceled their dinner date plans.
I didn't want to go to Bree's birthday party and face Maya and Cayden.
I didn't want to do anything. It felt like every ounce of my energy had been sucked out of my body. All I wanted to do was stay in my bed for the rest of my life, but at the same, I didn't. I wanted to do nothing and everything.
While anxiety for tomorrow bubbled up in the pit of my stomach, I outstretched my arm to the nightstand and picked up my phone.
00:05
Sighing, I dropped my phone next to me.
It was dark in my room. I lifted my hand and could barely see it.
Bree's words were a hollow whisper streaming down the four walls around me.
Just try talking about it.
It, it, it.
I was a liar if I pretended to not understand what she meant. I knew what she meant, but I was too terrified to admit it. To others too, but mostly to myself.
If I admitted it, the Demon's voice in my head would win. It had already messed me up so much. I didn't even want to imagine what would happen if I admitted what was happening to me.
Since I couldn't sleep no matter how I tried, I sat up and reached for my laptop. After opening it, I opened google and clicked on the search section.
My fingers trembled over the keyboard as I bit my lip hard and started typing the D-word.
I googled the De- - - - - - - - test.
I clicked on the first site that came up and spent the next few minutes answering the questions.
After I answered the last question, I sat still a whole minute before clicking on "Show Results".
Severe De - - - - - - - -.
Suddenly it was like every inch of me froze and I stared at the screen for a moment that outstretched to several minutes. I blinked twice, hoping the result would change but the words I feared the most were written on the screen in black letters, blurring my vision.
