I leaned over the toilet seat.
I puked another time.
I stood up.
I felt weak, nauseous.
The phone rang.
Once....
Twice...
I picked up on the third call.
"H-hello?" My voice was shaky.
"Heaven! It's Leslie!"
I wiped the corner of my mouth and sat on the bathroom ground, legs crossed crossed.
"Hi." I whispered.
"Are you ok? You sound..."
"Sick." I interrupted. "I'm just sick."
"Ohh ok. I hope you get better soon." Leslie replied.
"Thanks."
"I love you." She sighed.
"I love you more." I smiled.
The call ended.
A wave of nausea hit me again.
I groaned, and once more, leaned over the toilet seat.
Thank god it was Saturday.
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Haunting Heaven
Short StoryAll a bully needs is a victim. Unfortunately, that victim was her. *** Full Description Inside! *** "Such an emotional filled story! I think this topic needs to be written more about." - @heatherbloggs
